As a parent, I have long recognized that my lot in life will always entail a “three shift” position.
Always on call. Always at my station. Always expected to perform.
Much like the life I am sure my parents had, theirs before them, and so on down the line.
There is little in the way of compensation or even job security for that matter. No room for advancement nor any chance for a review.
Six Sigma Black Belt will never be a bullet point on my parental resume.
However, I will be the first to admit that there is this incredible benefit package.
One that even escapes the clutches of all those accountants employed by Uncle Sam.
So as I hurtle relentlessly towards the apogee of parenthood, I remain steadfastly guided by one primary objective.
My singular mission as it were.
To raise my children to become independent…
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