“This growing up thing sucks”….a direct quote from my first born Son. He’s looking for his first job and is finding the process a bit overwhelming.
I feel for him but it’s something we all have to face eventually, this looming of responsibility. I remember not long ago he used to say how he longed to be out of school and how much easier I had it as it was all over for me. How ‘lucky’ I was to have a job so at least I was paid for all my efforts. Oh how the worm has turned!
I have to keep at him, he had it easy since he completed school. I gave him some down time to decompress from school, a luxury I myself was not afforded. Now it’s grindstone time. The party is over. Real world time Kiddo…
The GOOD news is he received official word today that he did indeed graduate. The only course in question (that he had a year end exam for) was his Communications class as the exam would be 1/3 of the year’s results. He got an award for that class so he wasn’t really too concerned but there was this niggling worry there.
I’m mean. When I woke him this morning I told him that I needed to TALK to him immediately, that we got a letter from the school about his grades. He came out looking all flustered until I let him off the hook and told him that he had met the requirements to Graduate and congratulated him with a hug. He looked so relieved, I probably scared a year off his life, bad me!! He DID get a fresh Timmy-Ho’s coffee though (we had just come back from a coffee run because Tom had forgotten to pick up the ground coffee the he promised from the store AGAIN yesterday, right Hon??)
We drove around handing in some job apps and then grabbed lunch at the old Ricky’s restaurant near where we used to live as a Grad celebration treat. Tom had to miss cos he was working (sorry Honey).
We finally picked up Chris’ Grad present, his mini amp. Tom had pointed out this morning how because we only JUST heard that he officially graduated that we aren’t technically ‘late’ for the present. Chris laughed and said he had a point. We went to R&R Music and we were looking at a Peavey Mini Amp. The dude at the store said that the Ibanez was better for only another few bucks. We went with it after he played me the difference between the two. The non distorted sound was so much nicer on the Ibanez that I was sold. I don’t know a heck of a lot about the thingie-bobs and twirly dealies he was talking to me about. I kept pointing out the fact it was Chris not me that he needed to tell about that crap. Chris pointed out since I was the holder of the purse, the sales pitch was directed at me. Eh.. whatever, it wasn’t super expensive and it sounds good. The Boy is happy, so I’m happy. Spoiled brat!! He’s good though, and it’s all self taught. He wants to take lessons in his spare time if he has some money left over from all that dating he wants to do =P
Chris’ pride and joy
Playing a song for me
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