Something good that feels bad

Instead of the world's most perfect baby being in daycare and kindergarten, my mom took care of him from the age of 7 months. When Junior started school, she picked him up every day until February 2020 when Covid-19 made its entrance. He was then in the 2nd semester of grade 6. I am very grateful for the strong bond they have.

While I am incredibly thankful for this, I feel guilty that our son has this contact with my mom because his contact with my mother-in-law who lives in Orebro, 119 miles (191 km) west of Stockholm, is not as frequent.

It was heartwarming to see Junior with my in-laws yesterday. We covered his hickey with a Band-Aid and blamed it on his acne. If my mother-in-law saw through the white lie, she kept a good face.