Andrew got offered a job today. He starts work on Monday. I’m so happy and I think it will be a really good thing for him. It’s the first interview he’s ever done so pretty amazing that he got it. Of course, he’s very confident and self-assured, mostly due to good parenting (see what I did there). It’s working in a call centre but sounds great and if he sticks at it for 6 months they offer training to move into other areas. I reckon a year or two of working and, if he wants to go back to uni, he’ll be much more focused on what he wants to do.
Still there’s a part of me that is sad. Mostly because he has a job and I don’t. That doesn’t seem right. Sure it’s much easier to get call centre work than IT jobs especially at this time of year, but he’ll be earning more than me! Plus he turns 20 this weekend and he’s no longer a teenager. I’m not even used to him being a teenager yet. How did that happen?