I taught my 7y.o. his body is his own, he can say no if he’s uncomfortable. Last night, MIL wanted to hug him, but he pushed her away. She said I’m raising “a monster with no respect.” I said, “My son decides who he hugs!” Later, when he went to the toilet, she crept quietly.
Something felt off, so I followed her—I froze as I caught my MIL leaning over my son, blocking the bathroom door with her arm, her voice low and angry, “This little game your mommy plays is over. You’re not the boss—you’re a child—and you’re being rude and embarrassing. I’m your grandmother, and you will respect me!”
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