Are my kids ever going to be old enough? I doubt it. Not that I don’t trust them because I honestly do. It’s because after a “few” years of life experiences, I am tainted. I recognize that should not work out as a penalty for them, but it does. I don’t apologize for this.
There are a couple of coping options parents can choose between when raising teenagers. They can take the attitude that they themselves turned out okay, so they don’t stress about what their kids are up to. I tend to think these parents are either lazy or they never did anything I did as a teenager.
And then there is my approach, based upon lack of trust of other humans combined with paranoia, which is why I am sitting at Mattie’s Diner across the street from the Fillmore Charlotte where Kesha is playing. My daughters and a friend are inside. I am stalking the front door. Why? Because when I was their age, my first rock concert was Aerosmith at the Richmond Coliseum. It makes me shutter to think about the possibilities.
So here I sit with a collection of people …other paranoid parents, the wait staff, a few ticket scalpers, a limo driver, and some teenage girls decked out for the Get Sleezy tour, hanging outside, not at the concert, because one of their friends was too drunk and they are putting her back in the limo. Now the limo driver doesn’t get to finish his dinner because he has to babysit her while the others return to the concert. Did I mention that they left their inebriated friend with the limo driver? “He seems nice enough,” I might have thought when I was 18.
Witnessing this scene unfold, I can’t help but wonder to myself which type of parents they have, and how much it really matters. Because at some point, for various reasons, I can’t continue to follow them everywhere…At least not with them knowing!
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