Kid number 1 starts her first R-J today. Her first real job. I tend the think the $15/hour she got tax-free for math tutoring was an RJ, or the exorbitant amount of cash desperate parents force into her pockets each weekend — again, under the table — for an evening out is, perhaps not an RJ, but a great cash none-the-less.
Today she starts checking and bagging groceries at the new grocery store in town. She has a name tag. She has working papers. She has been trained and has a uniform of sorts. She’ll make much, much less as her pretend (?) jobs, but she’s excited and I’m excited for her. She’s downright giddy, not a usual state for your typical 16-year-old girl.
Do me a favor? Don’t be mean to my kid. Don’t be mean to anyone’s kid. It’s her first job, and she’s optimistic and idealistic. She’s not going to know all the answers. She’s going to crush your bread and perhaps break an egg. But please don’t take the wind out of her sail.
The enthusiasm she has for this first job, the pep in her step is downright infectious. The fact that she’s out in public, making money, saving money, just like the grown-up she so desperately wants to be, is a pleasure to witness.