Hi everyone, Mom here. I wasn’t planning to respond, but here we are.
I love my family, and I love my grandkids. But let’s get one thing straight — I am not a full-time, unpaid babysitter. I’ve spent decades raising my own children, and now that I finally have time to enjoy life, I refuse to spend my golden years stuck at home changing diapers and cleaning up snack crumbs.

I gave my son everything I had — love, support, and yes, plenty of free babysitting over the years. But I am 71 years old. My knees ache, my patience is thinner than it used to be, but believe me, I’d rather push through a waltz than sit through Paw Patrol.

I’m not abandoning my family; I’m just choosing to live a little while I still can. And believe it or not, dancing and brunch aren’t reckless acts of rebellion — they’re just me finally having some fun.I’ll always be here when it truly matters, but if my son thinks I owe him free childcare for life, maybe he needs some lessons — on gratitude. 😊