I was eight months pregnant as the 2002-2003 school year came to a close. Although we'd miss the income, I was committed to my plan of giving up teaching to stay home with my son until he was ready for Kindergarten. But then, one of my best friends scooped me up to watch her son a few hours a week.
Over time, everything grew — the job, the boys, the friendship, my gratitude. I still can't believe she pays me for this . . . .
I swear some days I feel like I should be paying her. But please don't tell her.
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Over time, everything grew — the job, the boys, the friendship, my gratitude. I still can't believe she pays me for this . . . .
I swear some days I feel like I should be paying her. But please don't tell her.
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3 comments:
Those are some lucky boys. Can't believe I missed your other post about this -- too sweet. All children should have a person like you in their lives.
Haha wow!! I know these boys and there roughness... I honestly can't believe they're this big. Looking back on life, I remember the first time I held Daniel in my arms. I know I was little, too (I still am) but I will always remember that. Also, Susan T. is right, they are lucky to have you.
Thank goodness for people like you! Then people like me can escape to work and enjoy our children in the evening when we are all tired...hang on wait, there's something wrong with that logic, but I can't put my finger on it...
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