Today I feel as if my child is growing up and doesn't need me as much anymore. Freda opened up. Mary helped her. Becky came in at 12. I sauntered in at 1, after yet another visit to the dentist with my older son, to find that they were steadily busy but coping without a hint of a problem. Mary was even making cappuccinos (the idea of which had kept her awake last night). I feel guilty. I have had more time away from the place this week than in the past 10 weeks put together.
This afternoon a man asked me if I'd consider giving his 16 year old son a part-time job. Yesterday I had a letter from the 16 year old daughter of a friend asking the same question. Wish I could refer them to the HR department.
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