My daughter turned eighteen last Sunday.
Man, was she excited!
She kept bragging to her friends that she was now of "legal" age. The thing she seemed most excited about was her ability to order something off of an infomercial if she wanted.
However, it only took a few days for reality to set in :)
Here she is, getting ready for her first day of work at a local restaurant:
Let's just say she didn't look quite as perky when she came home.
She'd only spent three hours in training, but she was exhausted. I couldn't help but play the devil's advocate by reminding her the time she'd spent working was only about half that of a regular shift.
Her response was a loud groan.
Her other complaint was her boss wanted her to complete training next Wednesday, which is graduation day. She is scheduled to come in from 1-4 p.m. and then she'll have to zip over to her 4:30 graduation. And, to add insult to injury, her dad had just informed her she'd have to pay the monthly bill for the new phone she's getting for graduation.
I laughed. "Welcome to adulthood," I said, patting her arm. Like most of us, I think my daughter was so focused on the freedom aspect of coming of age, she forgot about the responsibility that comes with it.
Freedom without responsibility - if only it worked that way :)
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