When Lucy came home in tears after a week of babysitting, I felt an anger I hadn\u2019t experienced in a long time. Our smug neighbor, Mrs. Carpenter, had refused to pay Lucy, brushing it off as a \u201clife lesson.\u201d Determined to make things right, I devised a plan to ensure Mrs. Carpenter learned a lesson of her own. Lucy stumbled through the front door, her face streaked with tears. The sight of her crying, something she rarely did, instantly set off alarms. My usually composed daughter looked utterly defeated, and my heart sank. \u201cLucy?\n
\u201d I rushed over, placing my hands\u2026Lucy stumbled through the front door, her face streaked with tears. The sight of her crying, something she rarely did, instantly set off alarms. My usually composed daughter looked utterly defeated, and my heart sank.\u201cLucy?\u201d I rushed over, placing my hands on her trembling shoulders. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d At first, she couldn\u2019t speak, just shook her head, wiping away her tears. I guided her to the couch, giving her time to gather herself. Finally, her voice came out in a shaky whisper. \u201cMom\u2026 she wouldn\u2019t pay me.\u201d\u201cWho wouldn\u2019t pay you?\u201d I asked, already sensing where this was going. \u201cMrs. Carpenter,\u201d Lucy\u2019s voice cracked, fresh tears welling up. \u201cShe said it was a \u2018life lesson\u2019\u2014that I should have gotten it in writing. And she didn\u2019t pay me a dime.My blood boiled. \u201cShe said that?\u201d\n
Lucy nodded. \u201cShe told me babysitting should teach me hard work, and that was payment enough. Then she slammed the door in my face.\u201d I couldn\u2019t believe what I was hearing. \u201cSo, she didn\u2019t give you anything for all that work?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d Lucy whispered, staring at her hands. The more she talked, the angrier I became. Lucy had been there every day, on time, caring for Mrs. Carpenter\u2019s unruly kids. They\u2019d thrown toys at her, ignored her attempts to get them to do their summer reading, and now, their mother had the audacity to refuse to pay her?\n
I pulled Lucy into a hug. \u201cHow much did she owe you?\u201d \u201cFour hours a day for five days\u2026 $220,\u201d she said softly. \u201cI was saving for that art course I wanted.\u201d Without hesitation, I grabbed my purse and handed Lucy the full amount. \u201cHere, sweetheart. You earned this.\u201d Lucy\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cMom, you don\u2019t have to\u2014\u201d \u201cYes, I do,\u201d I insisted. \u201cYou worked hard, and what Mrs. Carpenter did was wrong.\u201d \u201cBut she\u2019s the one who owes me, not you,\u201d Lucy protested. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it. I\u2019m going to have a little chat with Mrs. Carpenter,\u201d I said with a determined smile. \u201cI\u2019ll handle it.\u201d Lucy gave me a hesitant nod and went to watch TV while I fumed silently in the kitchen. Mrs. Carpenter and I had never been close, but we\u2019d always been polite neighbors. However, this went beyond a simple neighborly dispute. She had cheated my daughter, and I wasn\u2019t about to let it slide. I couldn\u2019t just march over there and demand the money\u2014that wouldn\u2019t work on someone like Mrs. Carpenter. No, I needed a smarter approach. Something that would make her realize exactly what she\u2019d done. That night, I lay awake, thinking about Lucy\u2019s excitement when she got the babysitting job.\n
She had been so eager to prove herself responsible, and Mrs. Carpenter had crushed that enthusiasm without a second thought. By morning, I had a plan. At exactly 10 a.m., I rang Mrs. Carpenter\u2019s doorbell, masking my anger with a pleasant smile. When she opened the door, she looked surprised to see me. \u201cRebecca! What brings you by?\u201d \u201cOh, I just wanted to thank you for teaching Lucy such a valuable lesson yesterday,\u201d I said sweetly. Mrs. Carpenter\u2019s eyebrows shot up. \u201cThank me?\u201d \u201cYes, about contracts and trust,\u201d I continued. \u201cIt\u2019s so important for kids to learn about that.\u201d Her expression shifted into a smug smile. \u201cWell, I\u2019m glad you understand. Some parents wouldn\u2019t\u2014\u201d \u201cOh, absolutely,\u201d I cut in. \u201cIn fact, I\u2019ve been telling everyone about it.\u201d Her smile wavered. \u201cEveryone?\u201d I nodded, pulling out my phone. \u201cOh yes, the moms\u2019 group has been quite interested. You know, Sarah from down the street was really shocked that you had a teenager work a whole week and then refused to pay her.\u201d Mrs. Carpenter\u2019s face paled. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d I tapped my phone. \u201cI posted about it in the neighborhood Facebook group. Everyone\u2019s been commenting. You haven\u2019t seen it yet?\u201d Her eyes widened as I scrolled through the comments.\n
\u201cHere, take a look. Melissa said it\u2019s disgraceful, and Janet from the PTA? She\u2019s thinking of bringing it up at the next meeting. Apparently, it doesn\u2019t reflect well on our community.\u201d Mrs. Carpenter\u2019s face had gone from smug to horrified as I kept reading aloud. \u201cPeople seem pretty upset, don\u2019t they?\u201d Her voice shook. \u201cRebecca, please\u2014there must be a misunderstanding\u2014\u201d I smiled sweetly. \u201cOh no, I was very clear. You wanted to teach Lucy a lesson, and now the whole neighborhood knows about it.\u201d She stammered, \u201cPlease, take down the post! I\u2019ll pay Lucy, I promise.\u201d I paused, enjoying her desperation for a moment. \u201cWell, maybe next time, you\u2019ll think twice before teaching someone\u2019s child a \u2018life lesson.\u2019 Because some mothers bite back.\u201d That evening, Lucy came home beaming, waving an envelope in her hand. \u201cMom! Mrs. Carpenter gave me the money! She said there was a \u2018misunderstanding.\u2019\u201d I hugged her tightly, smiling to myself. \u201cI\u2019m so glad she fixed her mistake, sweetheart.\u201d Some might say my response was petty, but as I listened to Lucy excitedly talk about the art course she could now take, I knew I\u2019d do it again in a heartbeat. Sometimes, the most important lesson we can teach our children isn\u2019t about being nice or taking the high road. It\u2019s about showing them that their work has value, and that there are consequences for those who try to take advantage of them.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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