Man-Child is getting antsy. As I mentioned in the previous post, it's his first high school party. They should be here to pick him up in about 10 minutes. He's been ready for at least the last 45. You know, in case they showed up early.
I asked him if there would be parents there. I reminded him to just say "No" to any inappropriate behaviors. He said, "I know Mom!! What kind of kid do you think I am?" To which I responded, "What kind of mom would I be if I didn't remind you?"
It's kind of scary watching Man-Child embark on normal, teenage things. Why? Because I remember my teenage years ALL to clearly.
I mean, really! He's going to a party. I don't "know" the parents (they are football parents, but SO! I don't "know" them). He's going to hang out with kids I don't "know". He won't have MY supervision (which is INFINITELY superior to any other parent).
As I said, I remember my teenage years. Granted, the household in which I grew up was totally different. Parents weren't as "hands-on", there was alcoholism thrown in and other things. Which means I was a totally different kid than Man-Child. But still....the peer pressure thing. It really bothers me.
Will he cave to it? I mean, there's never been any indication that he is a "follower". He's always been a "cautious" child, independent (expect when it applies to taking care of himself; i.e, feeding himself!) and a leader. How will that translate to the teenage years? I mean he's never been to the emergency room; except for the time we thought his appendix was rupturing - turned out he had gas. No broken bones; no climbing on the roof to see if he could float down with a sheet; none of it.
I think he'll be fine. I think he'll make the right choices. But still....that niggling little doubt that every mom fears (especially one who's been there!) is chewing at my brain.
He will be fine. Right?