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Ex-woke Mom's avatar

I started mucking stalls in trade for my horse lessons at 13. My parents could certainly afford the lessons but understood the value in a young person working for what they want and the pride that comes with accomplishing big things. From the first pitchfork of poop that I dumped into the wheelbarrow, I appreciated their belief in my abilities and to work for what I wanted in life. I loved the work and the calluses and the opportunity to care for and bond with the animals I loved so very much. When we can approach work not as a chore, but as an opportunity to learn, grow and be of service, it changes everything. What an important lesson to teach our children.

Amy Grisak's avatar

One of the best decisions was to allow the boys to work at the cemetery when they were asked, which is far from the first job many people envision. Their primary tasks are taking care of the grounds, but there is so much more. On occasion, they have to deal with grieving, and sometimes upset, people, but know to treat everyone with kindness and respect. They learned that raising a headstone a few inches means the world to a widower, as well as locating a grave for someone looking for a loved one.

It's not without fun times, too, though. Their best friends also work there, and as John said, "Even when you have a rough day, when your friend is there, it makes it better." They laugh together when things go wrong, and there are often shenanigans of some sort!

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