Parental respect
I think back to how I viewed my Dad while growing up. He would come home visibly tired; you could tell he had worked hard, and this made a positive impression on me (later, when I worked with him over the summers, I was able to verify this). When he got home us kids would fight over who could take off this work boots, who could pick (ouch!) his “ingrown” whiskers, who could sit on his lap, etc. While I didn’t really understand his work, as a worker I really respected him.
Flash forward to today. My entire professional life is at the computer, at home. The kids know this, they see this, but they don’t really comprehend it. Annika knows all about computers (she has an iPad now) – they are about playing games. How can the girls respect the work I do in this case, if they figure I must be playing all day long? Seems impossible; it’s a detriment to working at home. It’s not that they will learn to disrespect me, but rather just lack respect. Not their fault.
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