Neighbor Asked My Daughter to Babysit for a Week, Then Refused to Pay – I Was Furious and Taught Her a Lesson
Neighbor Asked My Daughter to Babysit for a Week, Then Refused to Pay – I Was Furious and Taught Her a Lesson – STORY OF THE DAY
When Lucy came home in tears after a week of babysitting, I felt an anger I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Mrs. Carpenter, our smug neighbor, had refused to pay Lucy, brushing it off as a “life lesson.” I was determined to make things right and 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—a rare event—set off alarms in my mind. My usually composed daughter looked utterly defeated, and my heart sank. “Lucy?” I rushed over, placing my hands on her trembling shoulders. “What happened?”
She shook her head, wiping away her tears, unable to speak. I guided her to the couch, gently nudging her to sit down. Lucy took a few shaky breaths, her shoulders rising and falling as she struggled to regain her composure. I sat beside her, letting the silence settle until she was ready to speak. Finally, she looked up, her voice coming out in a hoarse whisper.
“Mom… she wouldn’t pay me.”
The words hit me like a punch. I’d watched Lucy work hard all week. She’d been there every day, on time, looking after Mrs. Carpenter’s kids, dealing with their tantrums and chaos. She’d even told me she had to convince the youngest to eat his vegetables by making up some elaborate story about a superhero who loved broccoli. And now, Mrs. Carpenter thought it was acceptable to brush Lucy off without paying her?
“Who wouldn’t pay you?” I asked, though deep down, I already knew.
“Mrs. Carpenter,” she said, her voice trembling. “She said it was a ‘life lesson’—that I should have gotten it in writing. And she didn’t pay me a dime.” Lucy’s voice cracked, fresh tears welling up. “She told me babysitting should teach me hard work, and that was payment enough. Then she slammed the door in my face.”
My blood boiled. I clenched my fists, trying to keep my voice steady. “She said that?”
Lucy nodded, looking down at her hands as if she couldn’t bear to look at me. “She… she didn’t give me anything for all that work.”
The more she spoke, the angrier I became. I’d watched Lucy pour her heart into this job. She’d planned games, read bedtime stories, and had even gone the extra mile to help the kids with their summer reading. And now, Mrs. Carpenter had the audacity to refuse to pay her?
I pulled Lucy into a hug, feeling her small frame tremble as she leaned against me. “How much did she owe you?” I asked gently, trying to keep my voice calm.
“Four hours a day for five days… $220,” she said softly. “I was saving for that art course I wanted.” She sniffed, wiping her eyes. “I was so close.”
Without a second thought, I reached into my purse and handed Lucy the full amount. “Here, sweetheart. You earned this.”
Lucy’s eyes widened, and she looked up at me in surprise. “Mom, you don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do,” I insisted, pushing the money into her hands. “You worked hard, and what Mrs. Carpenter did was wrong.”
“But she’s the one who owes me, not you,” Lucy protested, her voice barely a whisper.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m going to have a little chat with Mrs. Carpenter,” I said, trying to reassure her with a determined smile. “I’ll handle it.”
Lucy gave me a hesitant nod and went to watch TV while I fumed silently in the kitchen. I stared out the window, gripping the edge of the counter as I ran through various scenarios in my mind. Mrs. Carpenter and I had never been close, but we’d always been polite neighbors. However, this went beyond a simple neighborly dispute. She had cheated my daughter, and I wasn’t about to let it slide.
That night, I lay awake, replaying the week’s events in my mind. I remembered the way Lucy had lit up when she first got the babysitting job. She’d been so eager to prove herself responsible, so excited to earn her own money. And now, Mrs. Carpenter had crushed that enthusiasm without a second thought. By morning, I’d come to a decision.
At exactly 10 a.m., I rang Mrs. Carpenter’s doorbell, masking my anger with a pleasant smile. When she opened the door, she looked surprised to see me.
“Rebecca! What brings you by?” Her voice was sugary-sweet, the kind of tone that only made me angrier.
“Oh, I just wanted to thank you for teaching Lucy such a valuable lesson yesterday,” I said, keeping my tone equally sweet.
Mrs. Carpenter’s eyebrows shot up. “Thank me?”
“Yes, about contracts and trust,” I continued, giving her my best polite smile. “It’s so important for kids to learn about that.”
Her expression shifted into a smug smile, clearly satisfied with herself. “Well, I’m glad you understand. Some parents wouldn’t—”
“Oh, absolutely,” I cut in, feeling a surge of satisfaction as her smile wavered. “In fact, I’ve been telling everyone about it.”
Her smile faltered, and she tilted her head, frowning slightly. “Everyone?”
I nodded, pulling out my phone and scrolling through my notifications. “Oh yes, the moms’ 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.”
Mrs. Carpenter’s face paled. “What do you mean?”
I tapped my phone, holding it up so she could see the screen. “I posted about it in the neighborhood Facebook group. Everyone’s been commenting. You haven’t seen it yet?”
Her eyes widened as I scrolled through the comments. I started reading them aloud, letting her hear every word. “Here, take a look. Melissa said it’s disgraceful, and Janet from the PTA? She’s thinking of bringing it up at the next meeting. Apparently, it doesn’t reflect well on our community.”
Mrs. Carpenter’s face had gone from smug to horrified as I kept reading aloud. “People seem pretty upset, don’t they?”
Her voice shook. “Rebecca, please—there must be a misunderstanding—”
“Oh no,” I said, smiling sweetly. “I was very clear. You wanted to teach Lucy a lesson, and now the whole neighborhood knows about it.”
She stammered, reaching out a hand as if to stop me. “Please, take down the post! I’ll pay Lucy, I promise.”
I paused, letting the silence stretch as I enjoyed her desperation for a moment. “Well, maybe next time, you’ll think twice before teaching someone’s child a ‘life lesson.’ Because some mothers bite back.”
She looked at me, wide-eyed and speechless, and I turned on my heel, walking back down the driveway with a sense of satisfaction I hadn’t felt in years. That evening, Lucy came home beaming, waving an envelope in her hand.
“Mom! Mrs. Carpenter gave me the money! She said there was a ‘misunderstanding.’”
I pulled her into a hug, laughing softly. “I’m so glad she fixed her mistake, sweetheart.”
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’d do it again in a heartbeat. Sometimes, the most important lesson we can teach our children isn’t about being nice or taking the high road. It’s about showing them that their work has value, and that there are consequences for those who try to take advantage of them.
Over the next few weeks, word spread throughout the neighborhood. Mrs. Carpenter kept a low profile, avoiding eye contact with me whenever she saw me. I even heard that she’d been grilled by other parents at the PTA meeting, where they questioned her on fairness and respect for young workers. I hadn’t needed to speak a word about her actions again—her reputation had spoken for itself.
Lucy’s confidence grew in unexpected ways after that ordeal. She now understood that while not everyone would treat her fairly, she had the right to stand up for herself—and that she had a mom who would back her up when things got tough.
Eventually, Lucy’s art course started, and I could see her glow with excitement as she showed me her latest sketches. One night, she held up a drawing of a mother lion standing protectively over her cub.
“Mom, this one’s my favorite,” she said with a shy smile.
As I looked at the drawing, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and love. I realized Lucy saw me as her protector, her defender, and there was no greater honor.