This weekend we hosted a Halloween part for the girls. At the party, in the middle of creating some bracelets with beads and pipe cleaners, Olivia was in her prime bossiness. Somehow, it got into the conversation that Olivia wasn’t the boss because she didn’t have a job to buy the house.
In true Olivia fashion, she responded that she was a blogger, and that was her job. Without a beat, her seven year old cousin was quick to state that it wasn’t a real job and that her mother (the blogger) just sat in front of the computer all day, doing nothing.
Caught a lot off guard, I know I probably looked like this –
And, I know what you are thinking. What a disrespectful, ass of a child, right?
Seven year olds don’t know what blogging is. Seven year olds don’t know what working at-home is. Seven year olds don’t come up with these ideas on their own. Seven year olds only have supersonic hearing.
It’s not the seven year old insulting your parenting skills and insinuating that your day is spent in front of the computer. It’s words overheard, that doesn’t work from home with an infinite-to-do list and quelling the tornado of a four year old. Seven year olds aren’t aware that the work I do? It’s mostly done in the ambient atmospheres like playplaces with free Wi-Fi and on the bathroom floor while the kids are making their next work of art. It’s fit in between the moments of our day – and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Seven year olds (and the adults around them) need to think before they say things (especially in a room full of people where your child can be portrayed as disrespectful) because those words from the mouth of an adult in their life? Those go straight to the mouth of the child.