The men-children turned 17 the other day. Yes, I am actually prepared to admit that I am the mother of 17 year old children, even though it automatically “ages” me. Not that I am being vain, but if I only talk about my 9 year old, it’s possible people MIGHT think I am a little younger than when I talk about my 17 year olds (I live in hope, or more likely denial!)
The funny thing was the excitement of one of the boys at turning 17 recently, because he was only one year off turning 18 and a whole host of possibilities that opened up to him. I looked at him blankly and said, quite seriously, “I am not sure what you’re so excited about? Apart from driving the car LEGALLY on your own, you’ve pretty much done everything else. Sex, drinking, partying….I’m not sure what’s left”.
It’s not like they “save” themselves for anything these days is it? Then again, perhaps it’s the emotional hurdle, the absolute sense of adulthood and freedom from your parents that is what excites them about turning 18 (except of course while they’re still living under our roof).
It was only a year ago I reflected on their birth, as they turned 16 years old. I wonder if the time is flying for them as fast as it is for me? https://motherofamanchild.com/2012/03/09/happy-16th-birthday-boys/
I now observe some of my friends with their 14 year olds, just as they enter the heady and challenging years of the hormonal adolescent. It’s a whole new world when you first venture into it, and with hindsight and experience, that much more easy to navigate. I am hoping my newly acquired skills will stand me in good stead with a certain teenage sister of a man-child in due course. In the meantime, I can laugh at my friends’ expense (with total empathy of course), and enjoy the sense of déjà vu. Perhaps my next step as a blogger is to become the agony aunt for troubled parents of early teens? Topics and questions welcome. Chances are I can point you to one of my posts over the last 3 years and we’ll have it covered!