“My child is ashamed of me. All because of the profession I do”

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I have no education. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to study. I never thought college was unnecessary. On the contrary. I wanted to be a student, but I couldn’t because I didn’t have that proverbial good start. It didn’t overflow in the house I grew up in. Parents fought for us to have something to put in the pot, so no one thought about the education of children at that time. I don’t blame them because I had a beautiful childhood. I felt loved and taken care of. It was enough, because today I know that he has important values.

He wants to give the same to his child. My son, who is a teenager, however, does not fully understand my intentions. For him, social life and nice clothes are important. He does not understand that the most important thing is a good heart. He’s gotten so conceited that he recently stabbed a knife in my heart with his behavior. In the literal sense of the word.

“I am a cashier in a popular Polish chain store. I believe that no job is disgraceful”

Although it is difficult to write such words directly, I feel that I want to scream about what is in my soul. My child is ashamed of me. All because of the job I do. I am a cashier in a popular Polish chain store. I believe that no job is disgraceful, but it scares me that a teenage child is able to think of it that way. I work honestly and I respect what I do. After all, I don’t steal from anyone and honestly perform my duties for which I get paid. Anyway, I like this job because I am constantly around people and there is never a dull moment. If there were no cashiers, there would be no one to serve us in stores.

I asked my son why he thought that. He replied that his colleagues’ parents were lawyers or worked in corporations. Only he has a mother who has no education and works in a shop. He admitted that he was sorry because he could not boast of his mother’s profession. My hands dropped, because I did not think that in my life I would hear such words from my beloved child, who she carried nine months under her heart. I feel very bad about it. am I exaggerating? How to talk to your child? She doesn’t want to convince him. I want him to feel that he should stand up for me and respond to his peers. I require so much?