I love my job because I get to work with incredible people. I can’t name them, but my clients include the COO of a $40B business who only has a high school diploma, the billionaire owner of a professional sports team who made his money by transforming the family business, the 25-year-old who disrupted an industry by applying artificial intelligence in a field where every expert told him human beings were necessary. One client started a relief organization in order to personally enter war-torn Libya to rescue his wife who was trapped there.
As amazing as my clients are, my kids have them beat hands-down on the fascination scale, and I get a full view of their antics as a homeschooling mom.
Stop yawning! Seriously, when most people hear me say parenting and homeschooling is more exciting to me than working with these high-powered, sometimes famous adults, they will dismiss it.
I brought my daughter to work with me one day last month. She’s seven, so even though I packed enough activities for a small arts and crafts store, she was running up and down the stairs, and attempting to engage innocent people stumbling to the carafe of coffee in search of some motivation. She even tried following them back to their offices. I should put her on my sales team!
To one such victim, she says that her mother has given her a job. He takes the bait and responds. Finally, someone who actually wants to talk to her! He says she can ask him anything if she needs advice on her new job.
“Excuse me!” she says, hand on her hip. “I pick out all of my outfits myself and every single one of them is fabulous! I think I can handle this!”
My initial reaction was embarrassment. I wanted to tell her to apologize and be polite to the nice man. She already had her earbuds in and was splayed across the floor, blocking foot traffic, and singing along to music only she could hear.
Watch this one-minute video if you’d like to know what my daughter taught me and why I ended up praising her for her rudeness.