To be clear upfront, this isn’t one of those posts. The kind that derides Millennials and all their Millennial-ist ways. Nope, no digs on stocking caps worn year-round or the word “savage” being applied to nouns that have nothing to do with uncontrolled violence.
This is a post that looks the other direction, square at us “old people,” and challenges us to view Millennials in a different way.
Because we need to. Badly. In the worst way. Continue reading “Hug a Millennial”
She wrapped her arms around my waist. Tears pooled in her eyes.
“Mommy, why do you work?”
This was not the first time she has asked me that question. Not the first time she clung to me as I headed out the door to my part-time job.
My summer schedule of mostly afternoon and evening hours has been hard for her. For the first time, she does not have school to distract her from the fact I am not home. She sees that I’m not there.
She FEELS my absence. Continue reading “‘Mommy, why do you work?””