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.’
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.”