Saturday, October 20, 2007

THEY SAY I'M NOSEY...

I hear my husband call out to Will, my eldest step-son, "How was the date last night?" Date?!?
I bounce out of my office and plop myself down in front of him.
"You had a date-how was it?"
"It was nice..."
"What's her name?"
"Eileen"
"Nationality?"
"Italian."
"Cool-how'd you meet her?"
"She's in my western civilization class and she's a friend of Pete's sister. She's quiet."
Bomb....but at least he went out with someone new and relatively sane. His last GF was/is a bit off the wall-I'm being nice here (plus i warned everyone that this was the way the wind was blowing...) After they broke up we received no less than 35 phone calls a day, most of which went unanswered. We had to change his cell phone number and she still managed to find the new one. She then resorted to snail mail, sending 10 page letters that went from "I love you-please take me back to I am going to chop off your..."
Okay, what was my point? Oh yes, my nosiness...it bothers all of my children. But that's just too bad. And i tell them that. In fact I have asked why they just haven't gotten used to it. They say that it is none of my business. I beg to disagree. I am the Mother and I should know what is happening in my kids lives. no matter how old they are.
For the past few weeks my youngest has been texting his fingers off. he no sooner gets in the car with me and he whips out his cell, reads something and manically begins texting like a madman. It's a girl but he won't admit it and certainly won't let me know which one. When i ask why he won't tell me, he tells me its the principal of the thing. He says 'I shouldn't have to know'.
WRONG ANSWER!!
Perhaps its just me, but that is like dangling bait in my face. One way or the other I will know who what where when and why----and why?? Because more often than not, being on top of what is going on in your child's life whether they like it or not, is the only way you are going to be able to save them, or stop them, if needed, from the train that they just stepped in front of.

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