|Thankful for a besotted son...||rwbadley|
Nov 27, 2003 9:22 AM
|So our seventeen year old son comes home about 11pm last night and proceeds to spend an unusual amount of time in the bathroom.
What is this wretching sound? Some sort of killer flu?
Turns out the kid has been nipping shots of rot-gut whiskey with some of his hoodlum friends. Now he is suffering an attack of the dry heaves. Ahhh memories...
I'm thankful for his safe return from an evening doing 'who knows what, with who knows who, drinking whatever it may have been'
Hopefully, lesson learned.
|So what did or didn't you say to him about ...||Live Steam|
Nov 27, 2003 7:01 PM
|his misadventure? Yes we've all been there. I have no children and don't know how I would handle such a situation. I know what I did at that age and yes I did survive. Maybe it was luck that I did, but I did as did many of us. You know, been there done that :O) I am just interested to know how a parent with a contemporary to me handles such situations. Care to share that RW?
Oh Happy Turkey Day there buddy! Hope yours was as enjoyable as mine. Did Number One Son recover enough to enjoy his? :O)
|The first thing I did was...||rwbadley|
Nov 27, 2003 10:55 PM
|after he finished up in the commode and stumbled to bed, I made sure he had drinking water available and a heaving bucket by his bed...just in case!
He survived alright. He appeared to shake it off pretty well. I remember once when I was about his age and had done a similar deed. When I awoke the next morning my Dad had thoughtfully prepared a breakfast for me. Green scrambled eggs! I am not kidding... they were intensely green. I managed to choke down not more than a few bites then had to exit for the white bus.
I didn't bug him much this AM. I mentioned I was proud of him for having the forethought to not be driving his car, but I was concerned about who WAS driving. He said the driver was sober, hmmm.
I asked him a few other questions and that was about it.
I was considering whether to tell him about when I was 16 a friend of mine liberated 17 cases of Bacardi Light, Dark, and 151 rum off a boxcar. At one point, my buddy thought I was drunk (go figure) and decided to sober me up with some coffee. He took a large cup of tepid tap water and poured about half a jar of mid 1970's instant Folgers crystals into it and made me drink it down. It probably saved me? as I retched something fierce after that. The stories of that adventure are way too numerous to go into here, let me just say it was a long time before I could stand the smell of rum. Or coffee.
We had a very nice relaxing day here. Glad to hear yours was good too!
|I would have caught royal hell||Raybolgeronthehoodofacarinatrafficjam|
Nov 28, 2003 1:12 PM
|I can remember being yelled at for 2 hours while 'besotted' at about the same age. The night before Easter. Had to go do a sermon reading the next morning. Made the reading and then went downstairs in the church basement to throw up. Grounded for a month. Your kid got off easy. And if you think that his buddy who drove him home was sober, I have some real estate in Florida to sell you. I'm also guessing this wasn't his first experience with alcohol. That's usually much earlier and amounts to getting buzzed off a couple of beers. Doing shots comes later. Thank goodness he didn't poison himself like I almost did one night after downing most of a fifth of vodka myself. You gotta wonder how some of us make it to old age.|
|"The Dems" are doing the same thing ...||Live Steam|
Nov 28, 2003 5:37 PM
|Oh I did that once or twice in my day. One particular night I would rather forget was getting sick after sharing a bottle of Southern Comfort with a few friends and then chasing it with brews. I was about 16 at the time. To this day the smell of SC and Grande Marnier make me want to puke and I have a pretty good tolerance for mixing my booze. Give me anything but those and I'll do shots with chasers - well maybe not quite as many as I used to be able to do.
I guess you did the right thing. We both know he is going to do what ever he wants and thinks he can get away with. You can't always be with him and too much pontificating and pressure usually gets the opposite results. About the only thing I believe a parent can and should do is to point out the possible pitfalls and dangers certain actions may beget and to let him know that though you don't approve you understand the temptation to experiment and the desire to fit in with the crowd, but that he should just be smart about it. Let him know that you expect him to act responsibly and be smarter than the next guy, when you are not around. Tell him that the greatest sense of faith a parent can bestow upon their kid is to trust their judgment when they're on their own. Making better choices in life is part of maturing.
Rum? Have I got a story for you! :O)
|Something weird happened ....||Live Steam|
Nov 28, 2003 5:41 PM
|and I'm not sure what. How did that post header end up here? Oh well it must have been something I did as a youth :O)|
|should have offered him a beer the next morning(nm)||rufus|
Dec 1, 2003 9:16 AM
|Good for you!||Steve98501|
Dec 2, 2003 11:47 AM
I raised a couple daughters through those teen years, and decided that their personal safety was what really mattered to me. It looks like you made the right choices. Lectures are a waste of breath. I subscribed to the "natural and logical consequences" policy, figuring if my kids got sick or busted, then those were the logical consequences of their action. (One spent a New Year's eve hugging a comode after sampling too much vodka at a friend's house.)
I did two things that I think served us well. You may want to consider them also. Being a scientist type, I told my girls that alchohol is poison, and that their bodies could process up to so much per hour, and would they please keep that in mind if they choose to drink any. Secondly, I told them that in the interests of safety, do not drive if they drank nor ride with anyone who had been drinking. They could call home, and I would pick them up from any where at any time, no questions asked. Usually they would call and say they were staying over at their friends, so since we knew the friends, that worked for us.
Enjoy those teen years. They can be a lot of fun, but it usually requires keeping an eye on the big picture.