My Children Are Always Sick after Visiting Grandma’s – My Anger Knew No Bounds When I Found Out Why
When my kids started returning from visits to their stern grandmother, Eileen, feeling sick, I brushed it off, thinking it was just their immune systems getting a workout. But deep down, I knew something wasn’t right. My husband Nathan, though loving and supportive, always seemed too lenient when it came to his mother, dismissing my concerns with comments like, “It builds character.”
Last Saturday, I dropped off Alex and Ben at Eileen’s, and they were as excited as ever. However, on my drive home, I realized I’d forgotten their bag and had to turn back. When I arrived, I heard Eileen’s voice through an open window, commanding my boys to do push-ups in the freezing cold with nothing but their underwear on. The windows were wide open, and the cold winter air rushed in, chilling their small bodies. My heart sank.
Storming inside, I demanded to know what was happening. Eileen, calm as ever, insisted it was all part of “building character” and that I was too soft on them. “They need to be strong,” she said. “This world isn’t kind, and they need to toughen up.” I could barely contain my rage. These were children, not soldiers, and their little faces, red from cold, broke my heart.
As I bundled the boys up and packed their things to leave, they seemed torn, caught between wanting to please their grandmother and knowing that something felt wrong. On the way home, I asked them what usually happened at Grandma’s house. Alex explained that they had to sleep with windows open in the cold, perform grueling exercises, and only received extra food or blankets if they completed their tasks well. “Grandma says it makes us strong like Dad,” Ben added.
When we got home, Nathan was waiting on the porch, confused about our early return. Inside, I confronted him, furious and heartbroken. To my shock, he defended his mother’s methods, saying it was how he’d been raised, and that it made him resilient. But I couldn’t accept it. “This is not discipline, Nathan. This is abuse. Our boys are sick because of her, and I won’t let it happen again.”
Nathan seemed torn between his loyalty to his mother and his love for our kids, but I made it clear: this was non-negotiable. Our children’s health and well-being came first, and I would not allow them to be subjected to Eileen’s cruel methods any longer. That night, as I sat alone, I knew I’d have to fight to protect my boys, even if it meant going against Nathan’s upbringing.
