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I Overheard My Daughter Saying, “My Mom Has No Life Anyway, She’ll Have No Choice But to Babysit on Valentine’s Day”
I never thought I’d hear my own daughter speak about me that way.
I was walking past her bedroom when I heard Lily giggling on the phone with her friend. At 19, she was independent and full of life, but what she said next stopped me cold.
“Oh, don’t worry about the baby. My mom has no life anyway, she’ll have no choice but to babysit on Valentine’s Day.”
I stood frozen. My heart sank.
Did my daughter really think so little of me? That I was nothing more than a built-in babysitter?
I had sacrificed everything for Lily—working late shifts, skipping outings with friends, never dating after her father left. I had devoted myself to raising her, and now she saw me as… what? Some lonely woman with nothing better to do?
I quietly stepped away, too hurt to say anything. But I knew one thing for sure—I wasn’t spending my Valentine’s Day babysitting.
A Lesson in Appreciation
That evening, Lily came downstairs, all smiles. “Hey, Mom, I need you to watch Emily on Wednesday night.”
Emily was her 2-year-old daughter, my granddaughter. I adored her, but I refused to let Lily walk all over me.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I said sweetly, “but I have plans.”
Lily’s brow furrowed. “Plans? What plans?”
I smiled. “I’ve decided to go out for Valentine’s Day. Dinner with a friend.”
Truthfully, I had no plans. But she didn’t need to know that.
Lily blinked, clearly thrown off. “Wait, so you can’t watch Emily?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
Panic crossed her face. “Mom, please! I already made plans with Jake.”
I folded my arms. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out. After all, I have no life anyway, right?”
Her face turned red. She opened her mouth to argue, but then it hit her. The guilt.
“Mom…” she started, voice softer. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because that’s exactly what you said.”
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I—I’m sorry. That was awful of me. You do so much for me and Emily. I took you for granted.”
I let the silence linger before finally saying, “I love watching Emily, but I’m not just a babysitter. I’m a person, Lily. I deserve a life too.”
She nodded, shame written all over her face. “I know. I’m really sorry, Mom. I’ll find another sitter.”
That Valentine’s Day, I treated myself to a solo dinner, enjoying my own company for the first time in years. Meanwhile, Lily scrambled to find a sitter, learning a valuable lesson about appreciation and respect.
From that day on, she never took me for granted again.
And I never let anyone—not even my own daughter—forget that I do have a life.
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