Well, it’s happened. My baby boy—the same kid who used to think money grew on trees and that ‘work’ meant picking up his clothes from the floor—is now officially job hunting.

At 14, he’s decided it’s time to ‘become an earner’ (his words, not mine), so he can start saving… and, let’s be honest, spending. Nothing screams financial wisdom like a teenager with a first paycheck and a world full of sneakers (they must be white), gaming accessories, and Polo by Ralph Lauren.

On one hand, I’m bursting with pride. My son is eager, responsible, and ready to take on the world—one part-time shift at a time. On the other hand… HOW DID THIS HAPPEN SO FAST?! Just yesterday, I was bribing him with ice cream to eat his vegetables, and now he’s filling out applications like a full-fledged adult (except with significantly worse handwriting).

I know this is just the beginning. Soon, he’ll have his own money, his own sense of independence, and—gulp—the realization that taxes are a thing. But for now, I’ll just be over here, trying to hold it together as my kid takes his first real step into the working world.

By Shaun Sima
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