I’m not sure if I’ve had a demotion or a promotion. Some days are filled with trepidation at the thought of receiving my pink slip. No matter how I look at it, my job has changed. Long gone are the days when I had to do everything for him. Now, it’s my job to equip him. So even though I’d love for him to just be a carefree tween while the rest of us “old folks” do the heavy lifting, I don’t want him to grow up to be a moocher, have a sense of entitlement, or have to pay someone to change a light bulb!