Tuesday, November 06, 2012

A Fireman’s pride


 Yesterday a waitress at a restaurant took the time to stop my husband and I on our way out of a restaurant and told us that her Fireman husband would have been so proud of us.

This made us feel so incredibly good. So nice when a stranger takes the time to be kind.

We were on our third lunch out in three days out. Since we are going on vacation without the kids-one of our traditions is to take each out for a lunch with us before we go and chat about many important things-along with just fooling around and chatting and laughing.

We went for Sushi with Beauty on Saturday, Moe’s with Bear on Sunday, and Mike’s with Chase on Monday.

One of the conversations we had with Chase very informally over lunch  (everything has to be chatty and informal or he hears nothing it seems) is about our rules on drinking and on driving. We said that obviously our expectation is not to drink at all until legal age , but clearly we are not idiots either ad know likely in the next few yrs. he may experiment . We told him that our most important value is his safely and getting home without being in a car with someone else who has drank EVEN A DROP.

We made a verbal contract together the three of us that if ever he is in a situation where he or friends have drank and he needs to be picked up..there will be no questions asked even if he has lied about his whereabouts. We will also happily drive all his friends home and will not speak to their parents about their whereabouts or drinking. Pointe Finale.

He looked at us with wide, wide eyes and said we were extremely cool. We looked at him and said safety is cool and that is why we do it. Will we be happy and pleased if he lies? No! Will we encourage it? No! But we would rather a lie here and there than death or brain injury. Simple as that. And if my kids are anything like me and my parents..I felt like I had no reason to rebel and so any drinking or lying I did was minimal, in control and experimenting only with their limits.

I still barely drink (or lie that much). Mama would still be proud of the good girl I still amJ

So that waitress made my day really. It felt so good to be validated as parents. Hubby and I exchanged emails afterwards giving ourselves a big pat on the back. Raising teens is hard and we felt today we were doing a good job instead of the doubt we so often feel.

We also chatted (informally and causally) about sex too. Believe it or not out of the three kids, our eldest is the most resistant to these conversations so this was one of the first beyond the more biology talks of a few years ago. It went super well and expressed that what we expect is open communication, to be safe, to be respectful and to most of all be careful. We said in the ideal world he would wait until he is with the woman of his dreams, who he will marry, but once again that is unlikely and so we will deal with reality instead. Try to wait until high school is over so you are more mature, try to be with someone who you love and who loves you and respect her and be careful so that your life and here is not ruined by a baby or diseases. He listened an intently and actually participated in the discussions. He asked us what age we had sex for the first time (with other partners!) and we told him candidly and transparently.

So all in all a great weekend and lunch with all three. We learned about our kids, and they learned about some of our expectations. I felt we really opened up communications for the next phases of our kids’ lives and I felt really, really proud of Hubby and me.

We did well. I feel we are finally equipped somewhat for these turbulent teenage years ahead. I think it’s going to all be ok.. More than ok.

A fireman is proud of us. Counts for something.