Thursday, August 18, 2005

Amanda's New Job

April 25th, 1990, at 2:19 pm, there was a cry from a brand new baby girl. She weighed 7 lbs. 9.5 ounces and was 19.5 inches long. She had brown hair, blue eyes, and was immediately adored by all who met her.

That little girl starts her first job on Monday.

AAAHHHH!!! My baby has a job!?!

OK, I'm fine now. Amanda got a call today from her friend Jennifer who works at a restaurant in Helena called Brickworks Cookery. It's a nice little place that serves food cafeteria style. I've never eaten there but I've heard that it's very good. Well, it turns out that the restaurant is very short staffed and they need her to start work ASAP. Travis and I talked about it and said it would be ok on a trial basis, no more than 20 hours and 3 days a week. We'll see how it turns out. She's excited though, as you can imagine. I have mixed feelings about her working so young, but with her homeschooling I think it will help to make things less boring for her. It will be interesting to see what her work ethic is like. I guess I'll see if we're doing as good of a job as I think we are raising her. I'll let you know how it turns out.

5 comments:

mary said...

She will do just fine. She's a great girl and a little independence will show her how much you trust her. Kids need that. Listen too me...as if I have a teenager. I'm just remembering my own teen years. I was honored when I felt that my parents trusted me, and I wanted to prove them right in doing so.

LaDonna said...

Memories… The Blue Parrott; a small family owned Italian restaurant in Louisville Colorado. You just took me back 17 years to my first job when I was only 15. My family had the same rules, and it worked out great. I’m sure she will do fine.

Forever Amber said...

WOW! I can hardly believe you have a working age child. I don't even want to imagine the emotions you are going through with watching her become more independent. She's an awesome girl, and you must be very proud.

Christina said...

That's wonderful, Amy! It has to be such a wonderfully scary feeling to see her coming into her own more and more. Thank goodness "letting go" happens in small, digestible chunks. You, Trav and she have been working up to this for a while. You'll all be just fine. (I say that as I hold Jaren and Luke tightly in my arms, chanting "You're never leaving the house. You're never leaving the house." Oh, and the new baby's not even allowed to come out of the womb. Oh, me.)

Tisra said...

Wow.