My DIL Said I Was ‘Too Old’ to Babysit, but She Messed with the Wrong Grandma
I’ve never been the quiet, porch-sitting kind of grandma. Even at seventy-nine, I was roller-skating at the park, trying midnight salsa classes, and signing up for puppy yoga just for fun. My grandson Jason was my pride and joy, and I dropped everything when Kelly, my daughter-in-law, asked me to watch him — which happened almost every day.
Jason always ran into my arms shouting “Grandma!” Jack, my son, thought Kelly managed everything on her own, not knowing I was the one cooking, cleaning, and keeping Jason happy. When Jack started sending me extra money in thanks, I noticed Kelly’s smile grow tighter.
For my eightieth birthday, I planned a big picnic. Jason surprised me with a pink scooter so we could ride together. But when I turned around…
