Several weeks ago, my 16-year-old son was getting ready to go to a high school play-off football game. When he went out the door wearing jeans, a long sleeved shirt and no jacket, I told him that it was going to get cold that night and that he should get his coat. He didn’t. As he got in the car with his younger brother, my husband, and me, I told him again: “David, it’s supposed to get into the 30s tonight — you need a coat or something.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” he said, and though I couldn’t see his eyes I’m sure he was rolling them. What’s that saying about you have to pick your battles? I knew this argument was going nowhere, so I didn’t press it. We were going to stop by his girlfriend’s house and drop them both off at the game. When she opened the car door, she took one look at David and said, “David, you need a jacket because it’s supposed to get really cold later on.”
“It is?” he asked, like he was oblvious to the weather report I’d given to him just a few minutes earlier.
What the . .. ? I thought but didn’t say anything. He looked at her like the words she spoke were the most enlightening ones ever spoken.
He added, “I didn’t know it was going to be that cold.” At this point, I had to restrain myself from reaching into the back seat and strangling him. His girlfriend still had a sweatshirt of his at her house so she ran in and got it for him to wear.
And it did get very cold that night. He didn’t listen to me, so thank God his girlfriend provides a bit more of that common sense derived from estrogen.
In this age of FaceBook, I’ve noticed another difference in the posts of teen guys and girls to their parents (if indeed the parents are lucky enough to actually be friends with their teens on FB). With my friends who have teen girls, I often see comments to their moms about photos of their moms on Facebook. The girls will write things like, “Mom, you look great!” or “Beautiful photo of you, Mom.” Such support and confidence-boosting! However, guys don’t do that to their moms. It is if they never even noticed the photo at all, which they probably didn’t. Come on, guys, if a photo of dear ol’ mom is halfway decent, then post a little something that will make her feel good. “Good pic” doesn’t take that long to write. Just something that’s come to my attention lately!
I guess it’s about time for an update from me since I haven’t written since March. I like to have you ladies post on the messge board and share and support one another without a lot of comment from me. It’s YOUR board, and I don’t want to delete any of the posts because I think the older ones can be helpful. Oh, check out my facebook link on the home page of this site to see updated family photos. Technology is not my thing, so reposting them to this site is more than I can fathom right now.
So, let’s see. My oldest son is beginning his sophomore year in college, my middle one is a junior in high school, and my youngest is in 4th grade. The oldest just told me he wants to join a fraternity! A fraternity! Of course, images of Animal House immediately filled my mind. This fraternity is very grade-conscious and GPAs are monitored — plus they have four community service projects per year — thus, I guess all fraternities are not like the ones on Animal House. Still, I have to wonder why my son would need to go to a frat house when he could get a similar experience at home — after all, with his two brothers and dad at home, OUR house has a frat house atmosphere pretty much all the time.
TWO blog entries within a month?? Amazing, I know. But I came across a website that I wanted to share with you:
that featured an excerpt from a book by the same name, Raising Real Men by Hal and Melanie Young, and the excerpt perfectly describes the dynamics between my3 sons:-
“Some days there seems to be a pestering competition
going on. One boy tries to get the goat of another, the goat-ee
tries to get back at the goat-er, or is that goad-er? The older bullies
the younger, the younger provokes the older, the one in the
middle goads them both on for sheer entertainment. It’s a race
to the bottom, a competition to see who can be the biggest pest.”
So, it was OCTOBER I last posted??? I can’t believe that. With one son in college, my 10th grader playing high school basketball and baseball plus delving into the wonderful worlds of driving, Geometry, and Algebra II, and my youngest son switching schools and battling allergies, I have been swamped. But I had to post today to give you the link to this article in my local paper – The Cary News — today —
An absolutely amazing story! The whole thing is inspiring, but what really got me was the last paragraph when this boy who is now blind talks about wanting to see his older brother’s face again. Wow! Next time my boys argue (which should be sometime this afternoon), I am going to have them sit down and read this article. What a testament to brotherhood there at the end.