I called my son to tell him I was officially retired. But then my DIL cut in, “Great! Now we can cancel daycare.” I told her that I’m not a free babysitter.

They hung up. Later, I received a long message from my son. To my horror, he wrote that they had assumed my retirement meant I’d be available full-time for their childcare needs.

I sat staring at the phone, torn between love for my grandkids and the life I had worked so hard to finally enjoy. Retirement wasn’t just an ending—it was supposed to be a beginning. I had dreams of traveling, painting again, and spending time with old friends.

I wanted to be present in my grandchildren’s lives, but not at the cost of my own. That night, I drafted a reply. I explained to my son that while I adore the kids, my role is grandmother, not nanny.

I reminded him that I spent decades working, saving, and waiting for the freedom I now had. I offered to help in ways that brought joy—picking the kids up once a week for “grandma day,” attending school events, and being their safe haven when needed. But I made it clear: my retirement wasn’t theirs to plan.

The next day, my son called. He admitted he had taken me for granted and apologized. My daughter-in-law was quieter, but eventually thanked me for clarifying my boundaries.