Do you remember your first job? Not a part time, high school job...but your first real job? The one that paid you 40 hours of pay for what seemed like a million hours worth of work? Mine was at a dating service. Yep, it paid the bills though! And I was lucky enough to get my own phone, a cube to work in and a script to repeat dozens of times per day.
I certainly didn't get a name plate, a shirt, a key card or a lapel pin!
It's so nice to see your kids succeed. It seems so cliche to say that you always hope for better for them....but it's so true. It warms this moms heart to see them doing so well!
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