Kid#2 can’t wait to taste freedom. I am not an interfering parent – am at work the whole day so have given it up – but he would love to be out there in the world and keeps pointing out – charmingly – that he has one foot out of the door. He has four or five years to freedom he gleefully told me.
I dont take his eagerness personally, though I admit I sometimes get the urge to hasten the process by kicking his charming butt out of the door – sometimes ….., but not so long ago I did the same. I thought my only route to freedom lay in getting married – and I did that at a very young age. And the apple doesnt fall far from the tree does it?
I dreamt of no curfews, being able to play my kind of music, hobnob with friends till late in the night, sleep when I wanted to, wake up late. But marriage was a poor trade, with restrictive in-laws and duties towards them, and then babies. I’ll admit that its a source of amusement. I am waiting eagerly for the two of them to start their own households. They will have to cook their own dinners, fridges wont magically re-stock themselves, phones will go dead if bills aren’t paid and electricity costs a lot. It will be amusing to see how they cope with all this and reality does bite the arse
Yeah, kids, don’t be in a hurry to leave the motherly abode even though you have to deal with a batty middle aged mother on a daily basis, freedom isn’t as hot as you think it is. On my part – I look forward to your tryst with adulthood and independence. It can be humbling and I would love to see you cope
Of course I won’t hurry it … but I understand. Enjoy whatever remains of your childhood while you can. It is all a part of life, and soon I will be living alone wondering why you don’t call or visit any more.
After all the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Conversation when Kid#1 was 17 years old
Kid#1 Mom, I want a bike too
Me : What do you need a bike for?
Kid#1 To go to school
Me : School is five minutes away, on foot. You can see it from home!
Kid#1 (At his whiney best) Every one in my class has one. I’m the only one who doesnt
Me : What about your cycle
Kid#1 : Its sooo embarassing
I looked at him and had visions of me going through the same conversation with my parents – except that it was to get my ears pierced ( 4 holes per ear ) and my father insisting that if God wanted women to have pierced ears, baby girls would have been sent down with pierced ears. WIERD. So I spoke the same words my Father did years ago :
Me : So if every one jumped into the river, you would too. I thought I raised you to be an independent thinker.
Kid#1 : See with a bike, I could run errands for you, get milk, drop Kid#2 to his tuition. Life would get easier for you too. You get so tired running around …..
Not bad. At least he could swing the ball, even though he was about to be hit for a six. I admired his effort. But – Mom isn’t that old or dumb
Me : You mean that you can go wander all over town, with or without Kid#2, and get back home just when I return from work. No way. Besides the Govt. gives you a licence when you are 18. Once you get a licence we can talk about it.
So we settled for a licence when he reaches 18 years …. vehicle thereafter. And I started saving and keeping a vigilant eye on him because I knew he wouldn’t wait and would drive the darn two wheelers belonging to his friends. After all, the apple doesnt fall far from the tree.
I had a similar conversation with Kid#2 when he was sixteen and experienced a strong sense of de ja vu ….