When I was 16 years old I came home from a particularly hard day’s work at Burger King where I commanded a wage of $3.35 per hour. (Yeah, minimum wage.) My very loving and supportive mother asked me how my day was and I remember answering, “It was long, difficult and hot… I should be making A LOT more to do this job!” I was expecting a supportive hug, a “Keep it up honey, they’ll recognize your worth.”… Something like that.
My mother’s response floored me; I’ll never forget it. She said in a pretty terse tone, “NO you shouldn’t! You DON’T KNOW ANYTHING YET!”
Wow! I felt the blood drain from my face and felt very humbled and a bit humiliated, honestly.
As Tim Russert wrote, “The older I get the smarter my father seems to get.” Substitute ‘mother’ in that sentence and that is how I feel now. You