This is my firstborn. He's fourteen now and much taller than his mamma, but he's still very much my baby.
That's why today was a bitter sweet day for me.
Today my baby "went to work" for the first time!
Brandon has been talking for months now about wanting to find a summer job. That's all fine and good, but he's only fourteen!
But he has refused to let his age be a deterrent.
So, long story short, he called his cousin who has some connections with the local farmers.
Sure enough, cuz hooked him up and today he worked his little hiney off loading hay.
(somewhere around 1200 square bales between 6 guys!)
When I picked him up this afternoon he was covered in so much hay and dirt I barely recognized him.
But I wasn't thinking so much about his appearance as I was thinking,
"My little boy is becoming a man!"
As proud as I am of my son for wanting to work and working so hard, there is another part of me that is so reluctant to accept this new stage of his life.
I know that him having a job makes him that much less dependant on me and that is scary.
I know that my children are on loan from God and He has a perfect plan for each of their lives. So as they race their way to independence I pray!
I pray that God will give me the strength to give them wings.