“I am not a servant.”
My youngest daughter says it first in a matter-of-fact tone.
I can’t hear the other side of the conversation so I don’t know what request prompted this response.
I do know she gets her answer from me.
I say it sometimes to my kids when they ask me to hop up from the dinner table (before I’ve even taken a bite of my own food) to get them something they could easily get themselves.
I say it when they call out “Mom!” while they are watching TV and ask me to stop working to get them a drink of water.
I say it to remind them that, while I love them and I love to do nice things for them, sometimes they treat me like unpaid kitchen help.
And that’s not right.
So I listen in as my daughter repeats her response broken-record-style.
“I am not a…
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