Tonight, my teenage son is at a party with friends. This is the time in a parent’s life when we wish we could wave a magic wand. We went through all the rules of the Do’s and Don’ts, the speeches and the “yes mum, Yes Mum and the YES MUM!” conversations, and I still wanted the magic wand.
This night, he will be enjoying himself, laughing, dancing, jumping and making memories to tag each other in photos on Facebook. Meanwhile, I will be sitting at home like a nervous wreck. Biting my nails, drinking coffee and will not have a wink of sleep until he returns home, as Mothers’ do.
Upon his arrival, I will appear as relaxed and as calm as the tranquil Caribbean sea, and conduct myself as if the last few hours had never occurred. I am looking forward to when he gets older and is all partied out and outgrown his desire for raving, which thankfully, I am lucky is not very often.
Hopefully, in the future we can sit together over a cup of tea and laugh about all the stress and anxieties I went through, of which he has never been made aware of, on these occasions.
Just as my Mum did with me, just before I became the responsible partied out adult I am today.