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I gave my son everything I had — love, support, and yes, plenty of free babysitting over the years. But I am 71 years old. My knees ache, my patience is thinner than it used to be, but believe me, I’d rather push through a waltz than sit through Paw Patrol.

I’ll always be here when it truly matters, but if my son thinks I owe him free childcare for life, maybe he needs some lessons — on gratitude.
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