I get a certain amount of grief for working outside the home. The other day, it was delivered with a sucker punch to the gut. Hazel lamented the fate of her good friend, let's call her Kate.
"Kate's mom retired when Kate was born!" Hazel exclaimed as the main argument for her ten zillionth request to be picked up as soon as school was out.
She kept it up, "Kate gets to go to more activities and experiences than I do because her mom retired."
My mind raced with how to answer, how to explain. My first thought: Well, Kate's daddy makes a lot more money than our daddy...was a quick pass. I knew that - well I have no idea how much money he makes, and how would that teach her any thing or sooth her in any way?
I tried to deliver the not so obvious. That I enjoy my job. That I have a successful career. That when she grows up to be a clothing designer/artist/gallery owner/veterinarian I hope she finds as much joy as I have shilling soda water to the masses.
I think we both sensed a certain amount of BS in that statement. So as my mind raced, I grasped for an explanation and blurted out the third thing that came to mind.
"Well, honey, Kate's mom is a lot older than I am."
What would you have done?