I have kids. They work for me.
“I don’t want kids for a reason. I don’t want to clean up after them and I certainly am not trying to clean up after adults.”
I have been on a bit of a rampage this week at work and in the midst of my frustration, I find myself sounding exactly like my mom:
“Who left their dish in the sink?”
“Who left this empty box sitting here?”
“I am not your mother!”
I suppose it’s inevitable we turn into our folks but I do find it happening more and more. For me, it has a lot to do with the fact that as our company grows, we continue to hire those in their young twenties while I head toward my late thirties.
As Matthew McConaughey famously said, I get older, they stay the same age. His was just much more pervy.
It turns out that I am now the adult. I am the person that people turn to when they have questions about work and life. I am the person that is supposed to be responsible and look out for their best interests. I am someone who has life experience. Oh boy.
I mean, I knew it would happen, I just didn’t realize it would happen so quick! That’s the funny thing about age. It sneaks up on you and while you may not feel older (or in my case - act older), suddenly you are the adult.
I joke all the time I don’t want kids because I have an office full of them. I watch them find their first apartment and learn how much groceries cost. I watch them travel, get married, and start to figure out who they want to be. I watch them grow up and honestly, it’s amazing.
I am not their mother. I am not their friend. I am their boss. Seeing them learn, be successful, and gain confidence in themselves…that’s one of the best feelings there is.
And at the end of the day, I get to go home and not clean up after myself. Even better.
