I have these, “Funny Things My Kids’ Say”. Well, this week, the Teenager takes top prize for the Not So Funny Things he said to mom.
Earlier in the week, I had to stop by a hardware chain store after work. I had my husband meet me there since he had the paperwork for a new purchase. Our teenager was along and looked like he had been forcibly manhandled and shoved into the car – in other words, indifference didn’t begin to describe his mood.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Dad made me come,” he replies. He and I, along with his sister, are standing by the paint aisle.
“Ahh, well, we won’t be long,” I assure him and turn to peruse a new paint color for the family room. A short while goes by and I begin to wonder where the husband has gotten to in this store. I’m looking up the aisle when my Teenager turns to me and asks,”When was the last time you got your hair dyed?”
“It’s obvious isn’t it? I am way over-due. I look like an old lady with all this gray,” I murmur and shift uncomfortably. You know it is very bad when an observant but indifferent Teenager recognizes that your hair is in desperate need of a Salon coloring!
Last night, while discussing his going away plans, I bring up the possibility of needing to pack a sleeping back for his trip to the cabin. He looks at me as if a third head suddenly sprung from my shoulders. “I will be fine with just a blanket mom,” he insists. Sure, a blanket for a cabin trip.
“Let me text the boys’ mom and see what type of cabin this is,” I go on.
“It’s a cabin. It has heat.” He becomes indignant about it, “Why do you have to be so over-bearing? Do you know why I don’t have my friends over? Because you can be extremely over-bearing.” He seems satisfied with his little tirade. I politely dismiss me and assure him that I don’t care if my over-bearing inconvenience’s his lifestyle. I will be involved in whatever capacity I need to be.
He harrumphs and mumbles some more as he leaves but he said his piece. Part of me can relate to his wanting some independence. I do completely understand the nagging feeling accompanied by the “who, what, when, where and why” game when it comes to going places with friends, my own Father did it to me and it drove me insane.
On the flip side though, I am his parent. First and Foremost. It is my job to know where he is and to care about what he is doing with his friends. So, if he has eight teenage boys over for the night and they want to go walk around the neighborhood when the sun goes down, then you can bet your butt that the parents will know this or I will ask question because those kids are in my charge for the night.
It is just the way it goes. But thank you, young Teenage boy, for the inspiration to continue on my parenting path because if it bothers you, then I am doing something right