Life at the Lillie Pad

Mar. 14, 2008
Another Snip at the Apron Strings

Yesterday marked a milestone in my son's life and it also marked another snip at the old apron strings that will all too soon be cut away completely. He got his first job and is now an official employee of Chick-Fil-A. Congratulations to my boy, but would someone please pass the tissues?

Now I have to admit that if you're going to send your teenage son out into the world to get a job, Chick-Fil-A is probably the ultimate place for him to work. The owner/operator was so nice and encouraging. The other employees were equally so and once the owner told them that my son had been hired they filed out one by one to welcome him. The restaurant was clean, the employees all seemed happy, even when the owner wasn't around, and Christian music was playing in the background. Does it get any better than that?

Still, I'm the mama and it was a bit of a sentimental journey for me. I was tempted to let a tear trickle, but then I saw my son's beaming face. He was so excited that I couldn't dampen that shining moment with tears or even the hint of them. All the way home he kept saying, "God did this for me!"

Indeed, God did do it for him. We had been asking the Lord where he should apply. He had already applied at a secular place and, thankfully, they told him to come back in a month when he will be officially sixteen. In the interim, we received an email through our homeschool support group from the Chick-Fil-A nearest our house and they were recruiting homeschoolers. The next day he applied and in less than a week- voila'.

This was such a confidence building experience for him too because he got the job on his own merit. I never did anything until the second interview when the owner wanted to meet me and go over some paperwork stuff. My son also didn't mention that my parents used to ride motorcycles with the Catheys (the founders). So, he can rest assured that he got the job based on him and God and nothing else.

Unless something changes, he starts on Monday. Snip, snip, on those apron strings.

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