I overheard my grandson Thomas telling his brother Jacob, “We are only here because you ate that candy that Mom was saving for Dad.” My heart sank as I realized they were being sent to my house as a punishment. I gently asked Thomas to explain, and he hesitantly revealed, “Mom says that she’ll send us to ‘that witch’s house’ if we misbehave.” Amanda, my daughter-in-law, was poisoning their minds against me.

Determined to change this, I greeted the boys warmly during their next visit. “Your mom was right,” I whispered, “I am a witch. But I would never hurt you. I’m going to teach you magic.” The boys were thrilled. We spent the afternoon learning magic tricks, making ‘potions,’ and having fun. They started to look forward to their visits.

One day, as Amanda picked up the boys, I couldn’t help but say, “Oh, I guess you’re being punished by being taken home.” She paled and stuttered, “That’s not what I meant, Gina.” I confronted her about involving the kids in our disagreements. Amanda apologized, saying, “I just said it out of anger because the boys were being rowdy.” We agreed to ensure the boys felt safe and loved in my home.

Amanda began visiting more often, bringing treats and spending time with the boys. One morning, she joined us for breakfast and thanked me quietly, “For everything.” In the following weeks, our relationship improved, and Amanda made an effort to bring the boys over frequently. My son Brian noticed, “She’s trying, Mom. It’s a big deal for her.” I smiled, realizing our family bond was healing.