My mom lives with me, my husband, and our 10 kids. My family loves multigenerational living.

“Marion, Dad’s died,” my mom told me over the phone.

I was 15 minutes away in Washington State, but my children raced circles around me, needing endless tasks before bed, so I couldn’t get to her for a few hours.

At 30, thinking about never seeing my dad again was unbearable. My white British parents had adopted me from Bangladesh as a baby.

After my dad passed, we had weekly visits at Granny’s house, trips to get coffee and pastries, and Sunday night dinners. It seemed like we were physically close enough, until my 80-year-old Mom called me one morning at 6 a.m..

I sent my husband to help her

“It’s my heart,” she said. I knew she’d had atrial fibrillation, but hadn’t suffered recently.

“Tim’s on the way,” I assured her. He went so that I could breastfeed our baby. I worried she might not make it. My phone rang minutes later. “She’s not here,” my husband said. It turned out she’d driven herself to the ER. I prayed for the best and promised myself that if she survived, we would find a big house for all of us (my husband, me, kids, and Granny). Thankfully, her heart rate was back to normal when Tim found her in the emergency room.

Our home, with eight kids, lacked enough space to add another person. In 2019, we sold our it and my mom also sold hers for a total of $600,000. We then bought a 3,500 square-foot home with six bedrooms and four bathrooms for $510,000. We realized that a larger property came with higher taxes. However, we all saved money and simplified expenses.

My kids love spending time with their Granny

Set on a hill, we could see the Blue Mountains from the top floor. My mom moved into the daylight basement with a walkout patio where she hung baskets of flowers in each corner. We carved out time to spend together through shared activities. Granny and the kids often sat around a small table with her drinking peppermint tea and feasting on biscuits.

For four years, we walked together every morning after breakfast. It let my kids’ energy out before school, and it motivated Tim, my mom, and me to exercise. Neighbors smiled at the youngest of ten kids leading what looked like a parade passing by their homes. Mom and I made sure everyone was safe at the end of the group.

This daily ritual didn’t last as long as I’d hoped. One day on a walk, I heard a loud thump — Mom had fallen. Tim noticed her on the ground first. She’d managed to avoid the sidewalk and roll into the grass. He offered to help her. She pulled herself to her feet. The kids watched in shock. After a week, it was as if this fall hadn’t happened. Then she tripped on the same crack in the sidewalk one month later.

Living together meant we could help her

As a result of intergenerational living, my family and I could check on Mom and provide assurance that she was not alone. It took months for her to regain her confidence in walking. I watched her grip furniture nearby when she moved around the house. She quit singing in a choir because she didn’t want to walk in the parking lot at night. Grocery shopping, something she used to enjoy, was exhausting. Her doctor encouraged her to go to physical therapy. This helped with her confidence, but even after a year, she hasn’t walked with us. Despite this, she continued to be strong and independent.

One reason we moved into the same house was to be able to help her. Despite a few medical scares, she helped us as well. The kids visit and work on puzzles or games in Granny’s living room. She spends hours going over letter sounds and reading books with the younger kids. With endless driving needs to get the kids to ballet or school, she joined the constant juggle of how to get each kid to the right destination. She continues to cook Sunday night dinner for all 13 of us every week.

I didn’t grow up near my relatives. My adopted parents’ families lived in England and Scotland. I only saw them a few times throughout my childhood. My husband’s grandparents lived five hours away from him. He spent every holiday with them, and they attended all the important milestones, but he wished they were closer. I’m so grateful that Mom wanted to give multigenerational living a try. Now, she’s only a few steps away.

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