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Inviato da: FBR1966 il Sabato, 28-Apr-2007, 12:04
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Inviato da: FBR1966 il Domenica, 29-Apr-2007, 19:26
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Inviato da: feifan1r il Giovedì, 24-Set-2009, 07:33


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Inviato da: Ljunki il Sabato, 17-Ott-2009, 04:07
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I smiled at the picture he made clumping noisily behind his mother. I found myself wondering if she had just picked him up from daycare after a busy day in an office somewhere. I sighed as I selected an item and put it in my own cart. My days of trying to juggle a full time job and two small children had been busy, sometimes even hectic, but I missed them.
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Finishing my own shopping, I forgot about the little boy and his mother until I stepped outside the store. There a panorama unfolded before me. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, perforating the numerous puddles in the parking lot. Several mothers with their small children were hurrying in and out of the department store. The children were, of course, making beelines to the puddles that dotted their way from the cars to the store's entrance. The mothers were right behind them, scolding.

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As she fished her car keys out of her purse, the boy, hearing the familiar jingling, paused in mid-splash and looked up.

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She hesitated, and then she smiled at him.

"Okay!" she responded and adjusted her packages again.
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Just a few more minutes. Everything I have read about time management for working mothers can be summed up in one picture. The picture of that young mother standing under her umbrella, arms full of packages, smiling her assent to a wet, green-booted boy who had asked her the universal time management question for working mothers everywhere,

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Inviato da: strong1r il Venerdì, 11-Dic-2009, 07:34
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One day the village women went to the woods to gather firewood. Suddenly they saw a little herd of rabbits galloping their way. They looked again, and saw that every rabbit was saddled, and in every saddle sat a tiny man with a little pitcher in his hands. The women burst out laughing at the sight.

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Inviato da: Ramya il Giovedì, 31-Dic-2009, 04:52
A Coke and a Smile

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