I have a 19 year old son.
He doesn’t work.
He doesn’t go to school.
What he does do is come into my room after work to tell me to delete my Instagram photos and/or make my account private.
“Why can’t you be a NORMAL mom,” he whines.
“You should go to work, come home, have a cocktail, and STAY AT HOME,” he tells me.
This is the same son who showed me a video of him and four of his friends pointing assault rifles at each other in a sort of Looney Toons showdown saying, “Survival of the fittest, mom.”
Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to take life advice from a kid who thinks that pointing a gun at his friends is an acceptable form of entertainment and VIDEORECORDS THE WHOLE THING.
The elevator isn’t reaching the top floor, methinks.
Don’t get me wrong, I love him to pieces.
He’s a snuggly, charming, and entertaining son who tells me every day that he loves me.
He’s just got a ways to go before I’ll think of him as a man instead of a boy.
And I’m not taking life advice from a kid who thinks that living life in the mainstream is the only proper and correct way to live a life.
I prefer to stay off the beaten path, thank you very much!
This mama’s going to do things her own way.