Karen peered out the front blinds. It didn’t look like Jesse was coming home tonight, now that the roads were covered with snow. Her last text had been to tell her mother not to wait up.
It was odd to worry about her daily again. Jesse was 36 and recently divorced. Her father had persuaded her to move back home until she could save for something suitable. She refused at first, but his argument was convincing and she agreed on the condition that they not worry over her.
Karen sighed heavily and joined her husband in front of the television. He seemed to be able to keep his end of the bargain.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter
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Always a hard bargain for a parent to keep.
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When I divorced my first husband my father tried to convince me to move back home. I was 32 and had been out of the house since i was 17. I couldn’t do it!
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Dear Dawn,
My husband wouldn’t be able to keep his end of that bargain. We have three grown sons in three different parts of the US, I’m not sure, but I think he worries about them more than I do.
Good story. It is what we do, isn’t it?
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The title comes from a a few of my relationships at work. Because I work the night shift I work with people the age of my kids (mid 30’s to mid 20’s). I have been told I mother them too much and my response is, “I am a mother, it’s what I do”. lol
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Yea, we do. Though I must admit, I had more trust/faith/ostrich-ness than my husband. He was sooner pacing the floor. Do you think it goes by which of you is more “has to have control”?
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I think that some people are just more naturally worriers. My mother wasn’t a control freak at all and she worried over everything. My best friend is a bit of a control freak (we tease her about it sometimes) and she worries less than any of us. she worries
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I would love to hear the father’s point of view. I wonder if he is just a mess inside.
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I was thinking that as I was writing it but I just couldn’t seem ot get in his head.
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It seems he’s the silent type through and through.
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I know. I think I love him, lol
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😀
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That kind of worry never goes away. What a lovely story.
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Thank you
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Difficult balance between worrying and interfering. Nicely told.
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Thank you Lain
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I’d pay a king’s ransom to have my Mom and Dad back again to worry about me. 🙂 Well done.
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Awww…me to sweetie ❤
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You always worry, I don’t care how old they are.
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So it’s not just me?
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I went the same place when I saw the snow. Isn’t that funny. Not worrying would be a hard promise to keep, no matter what the child’s age. Well told.
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Thank you
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Well, you never stop worrying about your kids – no matter how old they are. Maybe Dad’s just better at hiding it? Great story Dawn 🙂
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That’s what I think. Thanks Lynn.
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My pleasure 🙂
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We never stop worrying. Dads either, quite frankly…some just hide it better than others!
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I agree.
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I wonder if the father’s stoicism was something he displayed for his wife’s benefit.
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I’m sure that’s probably part of it.
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I think it would be a hard thing to do, not to worry.
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Its near impossible 😉
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Worry or not? Do we have choice here? Excellent story.
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Nope! lol
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When I drive home from my parents at night, Mum likes me to phone to let her know I’m home safe 🙂
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Aaahhh…that’s sweet. (I’m assuming you do it)
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When I remember 🙂
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Great write, Dawn, made your reader understand and care.
Excellent.
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Thank you
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Wow, you nailed this one. Connie continually worries about our adult children (ages 35 and 32). She also spends a lot of time asking rhetorical questions such as, “I wonder what Greta’s doing tonight?”–like I should know.
I tell her not to waste time (and grey hairs) worrying about things she has no control over, but she tells me, “That’s what Moms do.”
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Yup!
Glad to hear I am not the only one using that.
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Very relatable and fitting title.
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Thank you
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This is so real. This morning, with aStorm Doris rattling my windows, I called my daughter to make sure she’s okay. She’s 49 years old.
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Still your baby.
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We worry about loved ones, and that is a good thing. I guess as long as she doesn’t have kids of her own, she’ll remain ‘the kid’. Sweet story, Dawn.
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Thanks Gah.
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It’s odd how parents don’t worry so much when the kids leave home as they do if they come back! That’s life I guess.
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I guess.
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Kids never grow up for their parents
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True!
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Yes it is what we do. Nice take on the prompt.
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Thank you
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Well written, Dawn. Our children are always our children, however old they may be. I felt the same about our daughter when she moved back home after her divorce.
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Awww…I love that you could relate so closely to my story. Thanks Sylvia.
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Great thoughts on parents and their children. It never does get old in their eyes. 🙂
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So true.
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My grandmother used to wait up for me if I went to a late night movie. Somethings never change.
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❤
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My mother will so agree with this 😀
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Of course. It’s what we do 😉
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Right on target, Dawn. Parents never stop worrying even if they don’t show it. I’m sure the husband is staring at the tv but thinking about Jesse. Men can be sensitive but not want to show it. I enjoyed it very much.
Isadora 😎
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Thank you Isadora
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So true and real, Dawn. No matter how long they live away, when my kids are home, I don’t sleep. It’s what we do. Wonderfully told.
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Thanks Dawn
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You never stop worrying. I’m 53 and my parents still worry!
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The nature of the beast…the beast called Mom! lol
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