AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: June 1, 2012 | COMMENTS: 22 Comments
I predicted the debate. Wasn’t sure of when it would happen, but knew it was inevitable. I must admit, though, I was a tad surprised how quickly Drew challenged his curfew. The following conversation occurred less than twenty hours into summer vacation.
Drew Mom, can we talk curfew?
Me I’m feeding your sister so it’s not like I can stop you!
Drew My friend’s curfews are 1 am. I have to leave EVERYTHING early.
That’s when the déjà vu started—I’d had this conversation somewhere before…
Me 1 am? Nothing good happens after midnight.
Now I knew I’d had this conversation before…
Me How about 11:45?
Drew That’s my curfew now!
It is? Sh*t! cover your parent-of-the-year ass before he figures out you’re so exhausted at the end of the day, that you have no idea what time he ever comes in….
Me Uh, I meant midnight. Midnight is reasonable.
Drew 12:30? I mean—seriously—I’m almost eighteen!
Oh puh-lease—if you think this is a negotiation you are mistaken. As long as you are under this roof you’ll have to follow our rules regardless of how old you are!
Crap…that was full force creepy déjà vu. In fact, I think I may have just channeled my dad’s voice, All State style.
Drew What if I pull a 32 on my next ACT?
Oh Drew…if you pull a 32 on your next ACT you can kiss your social life goodbye. Losing you in a late-night car wreck is my greatest fear. Mourning you would be even more gut wrenching if I knew you were not only the greatest son ever…but also a genius.
To which…he walked away.
I must admit, I do feel a little sorry for him. He’s our first born, and in a lot of ways, our guinea pig. He’s had a trial and error life, thus far, and although it appears that we’ve done a pretty good job, I know we will parent Isabella and Reagan differently. Hell, by the time the twins are approaching eighteen, we’ll be eating dinner at restaurant early bird specials and nodding off during Jeopardy. It’s tough being the oldest.
It’s also tough being the parent of a driving teenager. The worry is endless.
So, I’m looking for feedback. What is a reasonable curfew these days? Thoughts…please!