When my daughter-in-law gave birth to twins last year, I was overjoyed. Becoming a grandmother had always been my dream. I imagined spoiling the little ones, hearing their laughter, and cherishing weekends surrounded by family.

But I didn’t imagine this: sleepless nights rocking babies, endless diaper duty, and being treated as “the free babysitter” several times a week.

At first, I didn’t mind. I knew my son and daughter-in-law were overwhelmed, so I visited often to babysit and help around the house. It was exhausting, but I did it out of love.

Soon, though, it stopped feeling like visits with my grandchildren and started feeling like I was running a daycare. No one asked if I was available. I’d walk in and immediately hear: “Here’s one baby, and the other is on the changing table. Can you take care of that?”

But I’m not a nanny. I already raised my children, and I never expected to take on this role in my 60s.
Whenever I tried to set boundaries, my daughter-in-law replied, “You’re their grandma. This is what grandmas do.”

But is that really what being a grandma means? To me, it’s about joy, love, and support — not unpaid childcare. Even when I tried to talk to my son, he was always “too busy.”

One evening, I finally told her I wasn’t comfortable handling bedtime and diaper duty every night. She bristled: “So you don’t want to help?”

I do want to help. But I also want to enjoy my retirement, to have a life outside of babysitting, and to feel respected — not treated like a servant.

Then came the moment that changed everything.
A friend quietly asked if I was really babysitting “every day for free.” She showed me a Facebook post my daughter-in-law had written. It was a photo of me holding the twins, both asleep in my arms, a diaper still resting on my shoulder.

The caption read: “Here is my built-in free babysitter. This is the woman who makes weekend outings with my gals possible. Love you ❤️💩.”

Built-in free babysitter. That’s all I was to her — not “wonderful grandma” or “amazing help,” just free childcare. I don’t think she meant to be cruel, but it cut deeply. I felt invisible, valued only for what I provided.

That was the breaking point. I sat her down and said, “I love you and the twins. But I’m your mother-in-law, not your employee. I’m a grandma, not a free nanny.”

She looked stunned. She said she thought I enjoyed spending time with the babies and was only being helpful. And I do love them — but I explained I wanted to help on my own terms, not out of guilt or obligation.

I made it clear I would still visit, but only when it fit my schedule. No more overnight shifts or constant diaper duty unless we discussed it beforehand. She didn’t take it well and called me “selfish and mean.”

But for the first time, I stood firm.
Instead of saving money for the family like I had planned, I chose to spend it on myself — on a much-needed vacation. Now I’m traveling, finding peace, and finally rediscovering who I am.

I haven’t replied to her texts asking for help. Part of me feels guilty, but another part feels free.

And still, I wonder: does this make me a bad mother-in-law… or simply a grandmother who finally drew the line?