Child #1: Do you want to go outside?
Child #2: I don’t think that’s a good idea. My mom doesn’t like me being outside when no one’s home.
Child #1: She don’t have to know.
Child #2: But she might worry if she calls home and I don’t answer.
Child #1: Take the phone outside.
Child #2: No, I’m not going to do that.
That was a conversation between my 12 year-old, 7th grade son and his friend. As you can tell by the title of this blog post, child #2 is my son.
On the days that I work, my son calls me as soon as he gets home. When he called me a couple of days ago and told me the above conversation, I was angry at his friend, yet relieved that my son did not give in to peer pressure.
I guess I shouldn’t have been upset, I’ve always had the gut feeling that the other child was up to no good. And my intuition was correct.
I taught my son at an early age about my door of communication. He knows that he can talk to me about anything. He often tells me a lot of nothing, or what the other kids at school are doing, but I’m good at filtering. So you can imagine how happy I was to know that he did not give in, and disobey my rule of not leaving home.
There was not a door of communication in my family while I was growing up. I am the second youngest of six children. I couldn’t talk to my mother, brothers, or sisters about anything. If I did, then the only thing that would happen would be gossip, and a lot of laughter behind my back .
My family doesn’t know that I was always talked about at school, how I jumped on a couple of kids at school when I got tired of them messing with me, and so on. All they know is that I was a good kid that was on the honor roll, played sports, and was in the band. They don’t know the pain and struggles I endured while growing up.
I refuse to let my children go down the path of loneliness, and eventually resentment, like I did. I took my childhood negatives and turned them into positives. Therefore, I will always be at my children sides for support.
The other day was only the beginning for my son. I just hope that he continues to make the right decisions. No one is perfect so I’m sure he’s going to get into some stuff (I know I did).
My son is not a mama’s boy. But he is a good kid, and I am proud of him.