Proud mother moment

Regardless of the date, summer is here. It's not just the heat and the humidity. It's the official end of school. My daughter's trip to the DestiNation: Imagination Global finals meant that her finals were delayed until she returned. Those are over, and the boredom has begun. The womanchild has absolutely no patience, hates cleaning house even more than I do, and I won't be home to make sure she stays entertained. She's also developed a fondness for ready cash without my strings on it. So, she's decided to get a job. Tuesday afternoon, I drove her all over town, stopping at practically every store and restaurant in our little town. She gritted her teeth at all the places that insisted on only hiring adults, hoped that her being 15 wouldn't be too large of impediment with the businesses that would hire teenagers and collected half a dozen applications. I was proud of her when she had completed them all by the time I got home yeserday evening, even though she did start calling me Reliable Transportation after answering yes to that question multiple times. I'm just so proud right now. She could choose to sleep her summer away or just bum around. I wouldn't mind. She is only fifteen, and the days of leisure will come to an end soon enough for her. She knows what she wants though, and it's more than sleeping late, watching TV, bumming around with her friends and staying logged in to her My Space. Damn, that feels good.

teenagers
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