\nI had always maintained a decent, if not overly warm, relationship with my mother-in-law, Carol. She lived nearby and was often more than willing to babysit her only grandson. It made things convenient, especially since I worked night shifts at the hospital.\n
However, over the past few weeks, my 4-year-old son, Liam, had started getting visibly upset whenever I told him Grandma was coming to babysit.\n
One evening, as I was preparing to leave for my shift, Liam burst into tears. \u201cI don\u2019t want Grandma to stay with me!\u201d he wailed, clutching my leg.\n
I knelt down to comfort him. \u201cBut why, sweetie? What\u2019s wrong?\u201d\n
\u201cBecause\u2026 because Grandma acts strange,\u201d he said through sobs.\n
\u201cStrange how?\u201d I asked gently, but before he could answer, Carol walked through the door, cheerful as ever. Liam immediately ran upstairs to his room.\n
The interaction left me uneasy, but I had no choice but to head to work. As I drove to the hospital, my mind raced with possibilities. What could Carol be doing to make Liam so anxious?\n
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When my shift ended the next morning, I hurried home, determined to figure out what was going on. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to freeze in shock.\n
Liam was sitting on the living room floor, his little face pale, surrounded by what looked like broken pieces of glass and spilled juice. His favorite toys were shoved into a corner, and his eyes were red from crying.\n
\u201cLiam!\u201d I rushed over, pulling him into my arms. \u201cWhat happened? Are you okay?\u201d\n
He clung to me tightly, his voice trembling. \u201cMommy, Grandma got mad at me. She said I was bad because I spilled my juice.\u201d\n
My heart sank. \u201cDid she yell at you?\u201d\n
He nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks. \u201cShe yelled loud and said I\u2019m messy. Then she threw my toys and said I didn\u2019t deserve them!\u201d\n
I felt a surge of anger but forced myself to stay calm for Liam\u2019s sake. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, sweetheart. I\u2019m here now.\u201d\n
Once I got him settled, I checked the house. The kitchen was a mess, the trash can was overflowing, and the entire place had an air of chaos. Carol had already left, leaving behind no note or explanation.\n
I decided I needed answers.\n
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Later that afternoon, I called Carol. She answered with her usual chipper tone. \u201cHi, dear! How was your shift?\u201d\n
\u201cCarol, we need to talk,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cWhat happened last night with Liam?\u201d\n
There was a pause, then she replied dismissively, \u201cOh, nothing major. He spilled his juice, and I had to teach him a little lesson about being more careful.\u201d\n
\u201cTeach him a lesson?\u201d I repeated, anger simmering beneath my calm tone. \u201cHe\u2019s four years old, Carol. He was terrified. He said you yelled at him and threw his toys!\u201d\n
\u201cOh, he\u2019s just being dramatic,\u201d she scoffed. \u201cKids need discipline, you know. You\u2019re too soft on him.\u201d\n
Her words hit a nerve. \u201cDiscipline doesn\u2019t mean scaring him or tossing his belongings around! If you can\u2019t treat him with love and respect, you won\u2019t be babysitting him anymore.\u201d\n
Carol bristled. \u201cAre you serious? After all I\u2019ve done for you?\u201d\n
\u201cDead serious,\u201d I replied, hanging up before she could argue further.\n
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But I wasn\u2019t done yet. I decided Carol needed a taste of her own medicine. That weekend, I invited her over for tea and intentionally spilled a drink on the table. As I cleaned it up, I said with exaggerated sweetness, \u201cOops! I guess even adults can be messy sometimes. Good thing we don\u2019t throw people\u2019s things when they make a mistake, right?\u201d\n
She glared at me, realizing what I was doing. \u201cVery funny,\u201d she muttered.\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not a joke, Carol,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cLiam is a child. He needs love, patience, and understanding\u2014not fear. If you ever want to be part of his life again, you\u2019ll need to prove you can treat him kindly.\u201d\n
From that point on, I made other arrangements for babysitting and never left Liam alone with her again. Carol eventually apologized, though it took weeks of silence for her to realize how serious I was.\n
In the end, I learned an important lesson: my son\u2019s safety and happiness come first, no matter who I have to stand up to. And Liam? He never had to feel scared in his own home again.\n
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