When my mother-in-law proposed that our son spend two weeks at her annual summer gathering for the grandchildren, I paused longer than I expected. On paper, it sounded generous. Her large lakeside home, fresh air, cousins running wild, a break from screens and routines. She described it as a tradition — something each grandchild experienced once they were “old enough.”
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