I’m helping out at the school book fair today. Klara is only ten, so she was very happy to see me there. She came over to me, gave me a hug, and then engaged me in conversations with her group of friends.
It’s not going to be like this for long. She’s coming to the stage where she will pretend I don’t exist at this type of events. This is a very important and necessary stage because without it, you end up with a perennially single 40-year-old who says that her mom is her best friend.
The other mom who was helping is the mother of a boy who has liked Klara since kindergarten. I made enormous efforts to impress her in a positive way, because who knows? She might end up being the mother of the groom at my daughter’s wedding. People will find it hard to believe, but I’m extremely fun if I make an effort. Which I almost never do because I find it exhausting.
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