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So I used to sit pretty regularly for some very nice people in DC. They always threw other babysitting gigs my way. I got a basket along with their kids at Easter. The husband would drive me home, even when I moved further away. The kids were adorable.
Today, as a result of a conversation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
papertigers, I called up the mother on her cell phone. In my nervousness, I blabbed about how much I missed the kids and cats, and how I think of them all the time.
And then she told me that her husband died this summer. And now I am feeling - stunned. And so, so unhappy for her, a single mother with a 3- and a 6-year-old, whereas before she'd had an active, loving husband who pulled his weight around the house and was adored by both children. (The boy would cry when daddy left, even when mom was home, and when daddy came home, kid cuddling was always the first thing he did.)
Today, as a result of a conversation with
papertigers, I called up the mother on her cell phone. In my nervousness, I blabbed about how much I missed the kids and cats, and how I think of them all the time.And then she told me that her husband died this summer. And now I am feeling - stunned. And so, so unhappy for her, a single mother with a 3- and a 6-year-old, whereas before she'd had an active, loving husband who pulled his weight around the house and was adored by both children. (The boy would cry when daddy left, even when mom was home, and when daddy came home, kid cuddling was always the first thing he did.)
