16 Yr.
I smelled weed on him for the first time yesterday; he came back at ten after being driven home by one of his friends (the sensible one; I wouldn't have let those other two drive him because they can't even manage to drive themselves properly from what their parents say) and I pretended to be asleep so that he could have his time to himself, but once he had turned his light off and gone to sleep, I walked out into the hall and in the bathroom, his discarded clothes on the ground smelled like it. Like weed.
I opened the door to his room just to make sure he truly was there and he was really alright and he was, it was eleven at night and he was asleep like he had been when he was six and really tired after a playdate with his friends, he curled up in just the same way, except now his phone was on the ground and there was clothing all around the room and his computer monitor blinked every couple of seconds signaling that it was still running. I turned it off and then went back to my room.
He's still a good kid; that hasn't changed, it's just that he's a teenager now and doing the whole rebellious thing. I'll let him be like that because it amuses me because I remember when I was that age and thought that my parents didn't know a thing. Of course I know, of course they knew, because it's not like we've never smelled weed before. But the kid's still getting good grades in school and still has a good relationship with me and his friends, odd and insensible as they may be, are good kids and are kind.
It's funny to think back on when he was younger and I was the center of his life - when I picked out his clothes for him, when I chose the music we listened to in the car, when his friends were the kids of parent friends I had. Now, he uses his money from birthdays and his little landscaping company to purchase clothing that supposedly is 'in style' right now, and he finds music online and through his friends, who he finds in school and in clubs. This is all part of growing older, I know that, but it's so weird that his life is his now and no longer is centered around just the two of us. Very odd, but I can remember when I was his age and, really, can't fault him for all that.
I opened the door to his room just to make sure he truly was there and he was really alright and he was, it was eleven at night and he was asleep like he had been when he was six and really tired after a playdate with his friends, he curled up in just the same way, except now his phone was on the ground and there was clothing all around the room and his computer monitor blinked every couple of seconds signaling that it was still running. I turned it off and then went back to my room.
He's still a good kid; that hasn't changed, it's just that he's a teenager now and doing the whole rebellious thing. I'll let him be like that because it amuses me because I remember when I was that age and thought that my parents didn't know a thing. Of course I know, of course they knew, because it's not like we've never smelled weed before. But the kid's still getting good grades in school and still has a good relationship with me and his friends, odd and insensible as they may be, are good kids and are kind.
It's funny to think back on when he was younger and I was the center of his life - when I picked out his clothes for him, when I chose the music we listened to in the car, when his friends were the kids of parent friends I had. Now, he uses his money from birthdays and his little landscaping company to purchase clothing that supposedly is 'in style' right now, and he finds music online and through his friends, who he finds in school and in clubs. This is all part of growing older, I know that, but it's so weird that his life is his now and no longer is centered around just the two of us. Very odd, but I can remember when I was his age and, really, can't fault him for all that.
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