So he called for us to come and pick him up a whole hour
before his “curfew” (in quotations bc we don’t believe in curfews we believe in
setting a time with the teen that makes sense for that particular situation and
event, them, their friends and our schedules).
Anyways an hour earlier than we thought he called. On text
he said he had a great time-but in reality he said it “sucked”. He said it is
not his kind of thing to watch a bunch of people he barely knows get drunk. He
seemed distant and pre-occupied and quiet. He did not even mention the “parent
bought beers” and I was quite frankly too afraid to ask. Part of me felt happy
he didn’t really like this kind of party and another part of me felt sad for
him that something he was really looking forward to he did not enjoy. Being a
teen is really really hard.
I went to bed really late. Waited for everyone to be asleep.
Crept down at 1:30am quietly and opened knapsack. And there they were-both beers…in the plastic bag I had
bought them in.
I went and found the best hiding place I could find in
the house and hid them
And then I silently patted myself on the back for a job well
done that it was me hiding them and not our son. I had achieved what I had set
out to do since the day he was born(in this particular situation).
I trusted him and he trusted me. And the three of us that night set the stage for our other two younger children. the expectations were set.
We learned last night how to be parents to teens. Successfully.
