Do I Have a Momma’s Boy?
I wrote earlier about my 19 year old son getting into trouble and it being time to get in his face about being a responsible adult.
After some discussion about life, he pretty much told me that he doesn’t care what people think about him and that he doesn’t want the responsibility of paying household bills…so he enjoys living w/ me, his brother and my boyfriend.
I go through moments when he really pisses me off and I have to get tough on him. I’m glad this doesn’t happen too often, but sometimes I think he needs it.
Some of you may be thinking I should be doing it daily, but there’s more to the story. He’s really a sweet ‘kid’ and has a heart of gold.
He is a hard worker…sometimes 16 hours a day in extreme heat & humidity. He works 2 jobs and will be going to school this fall.
Money has been an issue. He has always paid me back and does pay his phone bill, however he can’t save a dime if his life depended on it. He did do this once when his dad & I wouldn’t buy his first Blazer. But since then…nothing. I informed him today that when he needs personal items (shampoo, toothpaste, etc.) he gets to buy his own from now on. I think he’s generous w/ his money too.
He is always there to help a friend and if I need something done he’s there for me.
Getting on to the living at home thing. In my heart I’m glad he’s here. At least when I wake in the morning and his shoes are here, I know he’s safe. I also think he’s not mature enough to leave and feels comfort in being here. My husband and their dad was killed in a car accident a few years ago and being here could mean that he does like the closeness of family…even though we don’t do a lot as a family. We all have different interests.
He is the only one that continues the upkeep of his dad’s crosses & flowers at the accident site. He goes there more than I realize. It’s his way of dealing with it.
So…do I have a momma’s boy or is he just not ready and mature enough?
Thank God for all you have and realize that is How It Is.
Myrtle Mayne
Teenagers
I have two teenage boys and for the most part they are pretty good. They are respectful to others and are well liked by other parents.
There are moments I have to track down the younger one, but he is always busy doing something constructive or mechanical. He hangs out w/ a good bunch of people and I know they look out for each other.
He just forgets to call me…like his dad.
The older one has chosen to get into a little trouble and now I have to take away his wheels, except for work, because the truck is mine and he doesn’t deserve to use it for recreational purposes. It’t time to teach that boy some adult responsibility the tough way. Talking just doesn’t seem to work w/ him and it’s time for him to wake up. He means well and all, but damn…enough is enough.
I’m glad I wasn’t always a single parent. But being left w/ 2 teenage boys to raise can be a challenge at times. I remind them from time to time that I have the power to take things away and they better appreciate what they have.
Here’s to a new week.
Thank God for all you have and realize that is How It Is.
Myrtle Mayne
28 Months
Today marks another milestone in life.
I’ve come to believe that life is truly one chapter after another. Some of those chapters are VERY long and some are short. Remembering this keeps me sane. I recently heard something that made me realize that another chapter has possibly ended and it was pretty short…and made me sad.
Someone I got very close w/ at a time when I was going through a tragic time in life decided not to contact me when she came to town. I realize she may not have had much time, but none the less, a quick “hi” and hug would have been enough. I’m hoping she now responds to my email to let me know what’s up.
So…now I’m repeating to myself that “life is a story” and moving on. I’ve got too much to do to worry about it too much. But it still hurts.
My 28 month milestone is a result of the tragedy I went through. And no, it’s not medical. It’s a relationship.
Thank God for all you have and realize that is How It Is.
Myrtle Mayne
