Happy Hump Day, awesome Moxie-Dude readers!
Have you ever come to a point where you realize that “life” – or more specifically, your teenagers – have reached a certain stage and you suddenly find yourself thinking, “Oh-no-no-no! I’M NOT READY FOR THIS!”
Well yesterday Jonathan came home from school and the first thing he said to me (right after he poured himself a Jethro Bodine-size bowl of cereal) was, “I want a job.”
So naturally I answered him with what any mother of a 15 year old would say to this:
“Go clean your room.”
“I want a REAL job,” he said. “I want to work at Tim Hortons.”
The conversation kind of stayed there as he walked into the living room with his cereal and I put my attention back into work.
A few hours later, the two of us were driving to pick up my daughter from improv class and just as we were passing the Tim Hortons on our way, he said, “Can you go in and get me a job?”
“It doesn’t work that way,” I told him. And then explained to him the whole resume and application process.
“And,” I said as I turned into the Tims parking lot, “sorry but getting a job is the one thing I can’t do for you. If you want to apply, you’re going to have to go in and ask for an application form yourself.”
He just sat there. Then finally, “I can’t. I’m too shy. Never mind. Let’s just go pick up Samantha.”
To be perfectly honest, I was RELIEVED.
And then that sixth sense I’ve developed since becoming a mother kicked into turbo-charge. No, I’m not talking about a sense of telekinetic powers. I’m referring to that sense of guilt that seems to come with giving birth.
As we continued our drive to pick up my daughter in silence, all kinds of thoughts were swirling in my head:
What if I haven’t taught him enough about life?
What if I’ve babied him too much?
He can barely make his own sandwich. OMG what have I done?!!
And then I started imagining my son “out there”, dealing with the public and I remembered a time when I watched a woman in her 30s be rude to a Tim’s employee for making a mistake in her order. What if she had been speaking to one of MY kids that way?
Oh no. I am so not ready for him to get a job. And you know what? I’M GLAD he didn’t want to go into Tims by himself to ask for an application.
Am I being selfish here?