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Carole Duff's avatar

"Oh, you sweet, little bundle of hard work," I cooed to the baby being held by her mother. We were waiting in the checkout line of the infants' section of a mall department store. I was buying a baby shower gift for one of my young colleagues at school. With my child-raising finish line in sight, I had a sense of what was ahead for the baby's mother: the chasing infant and toddler years, grade school carpooling, teenager angst. Perhaps God timed female menopause to coincide with their children's adolescence, so mothers could physically, emotionally, honestly, and happily say, "I'd done." Now, twenty years later, I think about those labor-intensive years with a bit of nostalgia. But when I look at my kindergarten-age granddaughter, I say to myself, "Oh, you sweet, little bundle of hard work."

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Jennifer Arago's avatar

I worked at Dunkin Donuts when I was 15. I was making 3.15/hour. My father used to drive me to work at 6am so I wouldn't have to take the bus. I didn't realize until I was in my twenties what a real sacrifice that was. I don't know what it would take for me to drive anyone, anywhere, at 6am.

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