“It is not possible to wish for anything better”

Recently, I posted a profile of a retired teacher in Oklahoma who finds babysitting her grandchildren both magical and tiring.

“As much as I love it, I am so exhausted at the end of the day I can barely move,” she said.

A bunch of readers told me they could relate.

I got this note from Fran Milsk, a retired librarian who recently moved from Chicago to St. Louis to be closer to her grandkids:

“My almost 3-year-old grandson spent some time with me a couple of days ago. The usual Play-Doh on the kitchen counter, trains, and Magna-Tiles all over the place.

And then he rested his head on me and said, ‘I having a perfect day.’

Fran Tucker Milsk last summer with her grandchildren, Sydney, 6, and Joshua, who'll soon be 3. Photo courtesy of the Milsk family.

Fran Milsk last summer with her grandchildren, Sydney, 6, and Joshua, who’ll soon be 3. Photo courtesy of the Milsk family.

It is not possible to wish for anything better. I wouldn’t trade the joy his sister and he give me for anything—as long as I get the nap they don’t take.”