I thought the worst part was being treated like free childcare. Then my grandson found something on his mother’s tablet that made my son ask a question none of us were ready for.
At 6:30 Friday evening, my doorbell rang.
My three grandchildren, eight, six, and four, were standing on my porch with backpacks and a suitcase.
Brooks, the oldest, had one hand wrapped around the suitcase handle.
Owen stood beside him with his school backpack hanging from one shoulder, and little Jenny was hugging a stuffed rabbit to her chest.
Behind them, Vanessa was already backing out of my driveway.
I hurried outside and called her immediately.
“Where are you going?”
“Weekend trip. Eric knows.”
Eric was my son.
“Nobody asked me to babysit.”
She sighed loudly enough for me to hear it through the phone.
“You’ll manage.”
Then she hung up.
For a few seconds, I stood there staring at the taillights disappearing down the street.
I was furious.
Vanessa and I had never been especially close, but I had always tried to respect her as Eric’s wife and the mother of my grandchildren.
I helped whenever I could. School pickups, sick days, occasional sleepovers. But helping was one thing.
Finding three children deposited on my porch without warning was another.
Still, none of that was Brooks’, Owen’s, or Jenny’s fault.
I carried the bags inside.
“Did Mom say when she’s coming back?” I asked Brooks.
“Sunday, I think.”
That was apparently more information than she’d bothered giving me.
An hour later, Eric finally called.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said immediately. “Vanessa told me you’d agreed.”
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