He started today.
Another new job.
The fourth? fifth? sixth?
OK, I actually don't know how many this year.
Mostly car related.
Usually they last a month or two,
and then something happens.
The road to adulthood
has been more than a little bumpy.
But today he started again.
Detailing at a car dealership.
A job he found on the internet.
I send a text before he starts,
Wishing him luck.
He comes back, "Thanks."
I send up a prayer.
That the job will be a good fit.
That he will like it.
That he will be surrounded by good people.
That there will be room to grow.
That he will stay.
At noon, I text again.
"Thinking of you.
Hope it's going well."
He does not answer.
I did not expect that he would.
I call around 7.
He tells me had a good day,
That he detailed,
but also did other things.
That they ordered him a uniform.
That he thinks it is the best job
he has ever had.
He sounds happy.
And I pray that this job will last.