Take Your Child to Work Day
For my 7yo, hearing she couldn’t go to Take Your Child to Work Day at daddy’s office until she turned eight was, well, horrifically painful, soul-torturing, complete and total devastation. Everyone was doing it. She turned to me for options. “Can I stay home with you and write?” “Well, I hardly write on Thursdays, because your sister is home.” “Can I stay home with you and write?” “No, you can’t stay home to watch me not work.” “Can I stay home with you and write?” “Do you have potatoes in your ears?” “I don’t like potatoes.” “Right. Well, I was going to write tonight. If you get your homework done, I’ll take you to work with me.” “Like in the office?” “Yes. Like. In the office.” Then I realized if I was going to make it legitimate, I needed to be able to explain what I do. The truth is, well, squishy. I spend a lot of time writing in my head while staring at the swan across the street. Sometimes writing means just banging my head o...