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.