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IT’S All IN THE CARDS

IT’S All IN THE CARDS

How can it be that Andrew is suddenly a grown up? That’s what I’ve been thinking about today. I was thinking he was.
Not so long ago he was learning how to roll over as H and I sat mesmerized by his actions and then clapping and cheering for him as he gave that one last shove to face upward in his one man show. Anyone looking through the window would have thought we were lunatics.

The years of his childhood soared by too fast and then off to college he went. I never considered him grown though because we doled out the advice, filled the larder, furnished the vehicle, and paid the bills. We were and still are his main financial institution.

With college graduation looming in the not-so-far distance, we knew he was close to being on his own, but I could always hold him down believing he wasn’t gone yet because grad school is in his future.

Now we are faced with him going to bachelor parties and being in his friends weddings. That does constitute as being a grown up doesn’t it?

Not having enough to worry about I fretted all week with him fretting too, before he took his PRAXIS test this morning at 8am.

We footed the bill for a room in Birmingham so he wouldn’t have to drive in the wee hours of the morning for two hours to take the test after studying most of the night.

Now that’s over and he calls to remind me he’s off to a bachelor party with one of his best friends and the wedding is Saturday.

So now I’m worrying about him being out all night at a bachelor party – at a casino!

Losing money was not what I was worrying about.

Being a grown up doesn’t mean you are beyond doing dumb things like losing your whole (small) paycheck while gambling.

Being a grown up is figuring out how you are going to eat for the next two weeks on $13.00.

I do believe boys are harder to raise than girls and they are also harder to let go of. 

~Elle

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About Elle Knowles

Elle Knowles lives in the Florida Panhandle with her husband and off-at-college-most-of-the-time son. She has four daughters, one son, and eleven beautiful grandchildren. 'Crossing the Line' is her first novel. The sequel 'What Line' is a work in progress. Recently published is Coffee-Drunk Or Blind - a nonfiction story of homesteading in the Alaska wilderness with her parents and four siblings, told through letters by her mother and remembered accounts from the family.

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  1. I’ll keep my fingers crossed that he did well on the PRAXIS. Is is studying to be a teacher?

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    • Music education. Only because Troy doesn’t have a performance degree. He will go to grad school to get his masters in performance and then has his sights on a doctorate. If he doesn’t gamble away all his money! I think he learned his lesson last night! ~Elle

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  2. I feel your pain, but I raised two easy boys and one nightmare of a girl. She was about 24 years old when she went from straight A student in college to crack ho. It was sad and brought many sleepless nights worrying over where she was and who she was with, what she was doing with herself and whether or not she was dead or in prison. I cried rivers of tears. It only lasted four years before she turned around after hitting her bottom, but it was a hard thing for a parent to experience even though she matured and grew from it. It’s hard for a parent of either sex to watch their child make bad decisions and suffer the consequences.

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    • Oh my Susan! I should count my blessings. None of mine have done anything so drastic as that. So glad yours has her head on straight now! Sometimes tough love is harder on parents I think. I’m hoping he just had a lapse of good judgment. So unlike him! ~Elle

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