When I was a kid, my mother was at work. So was my father. My older siblings and the neighborhood raised me in part, based on the foundation laid at home by my hard-working, loving parents. We learned how to occupy ourselves. My son, at age 11, really is okay without our undivided attention. Because, frankly, paying attention to nothing but him would creep him out. As it should.
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