A few days before Christmas, I overheard my daughter Amanda on the phone making plans that stopped me in my tracks.
“Just drop the kids off at Mom’s,” she said. “She’ll handle everything while we enjoy a few days away.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Without asking me, my children had already decided I would spend the holidays watching all eight grandchildren, preparing Christmas dinner, and taking care of everything as usual.
As I listened, it became painfully clear that my time, energy, and effort were being taken for granted.
I quietly walked away and sat alone, trying to process it all.
After years of putting everyone else first, I suddenly realized something:
I wasn’t being treated like family—I was being treated like a backup plan.
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