I Took My Grandchildren to Disney World and Now My Dil Is Mad at Me
Lily, 5, and Jack, 4, for what would be a stretch of four nights and five days. Initially, I balked at the idea. Not only did it seem like a marathon of caregiving, but Sarah had previously made it clear that her family took precedence over ours.
The notion didn’t sit well with me, and I found it particularly irksome that they would ask me, despite her mother being the apparent go-to for such favors. However, Ethan’s emotional plea swayed me.
He argued that it was a rare opportunity for them, a plea that tugged at my heartstrings, even as a voice in the back of my mind accused them of manipulation. During their absence, an invitation to a birthday party at Disney World came my way. It seemed like a splendid opportunity to do something special with the grandkids, and it honestly didn’t cross my mind to consult Ethan and Sarah. In my defense, Sarah often talked about taking the kids to Disney “someday,” but it always seemed like one of those far-off dreams, not an imminent plan. It was the Magic Kingdom. I had to take the kids. Despite Sarah’s plan to take them, I knew I had to show them around the place.
Upon their return, I was blindsided by Sarah’s reaction. The news that I had taken Lily and Jack to Disney was met with tears and accusations. She was devastated, claiming I had robbed her of a milestone — witnessing their first Disney experience. Her words stung, branding me as entitled, which only poured salt on the wound given her past demands for childcare.
