I called my son to tell him I was officially retired. But then my DIL cut in, “Great! Now we can cancel daycare.” I told her that I’m not a free babysitter. They hung up. Later, I received a long message from my son. To my horror, he wrote that they had assumed my retirement meant I’d be available full-time for their childcare needs.I sat staring at the phone, torn between love for my grandkids and the life I had worked so hard to finally enjoy. Retirement wasn’t just an ending—it was supposed to be a beginning. I had dreams of traveling, painting again, and spending time with old friends. I wanted to be present in my grandchildren’s lives, but not at the cost of my own.
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