Parenting: A Single Mom Learns How To Help Her Son

I was traveling down the same old road again, picking up my son for the umpteenth time. This was becoming a tradition. How could I give up on him, he was my only child. I was thinking to myself, how many other parents, especially single parents, were going through the same thing. I had to calm down. It was time to put my brain into a positive mode, with a dose of love. At the moment I wanted to lash out at him for his stupidity, again. I was a flower child from the 60’s era. Did I ever make any right choices; possibly not. I couldn’t remember that far back. Perhaps I was trying to remove that phase out of my life. I don’t know why I would want to remove those times; they were part of who I was. What great times I had. It was a time of peace and love. Everyone was laid back; not like today. Now-a- days, all you had to do was look at someone all cock-eyed and they would “smoke you away”, as my son put it. What an expression, “smoke you away.” The only smoked away I knew was the pot I smoked, relaxing at LakeTravis, with my own private cove. Yes, the easy life; right, no more easy life here. All of a sudden, the world evolved into chaos with too many drama queens; one soap after another; yuk, yuk, “As the Stomach Turns.” There you go, now that was a title. Can you smell the vomit?

I was informed by little man; he would explain everything after I picked him up. He couldn’t talk right now. He expected me to lie, saying I needed him to help me move, wrong!!! I needed him to take responsibility. I thought he was afraid to grow up. He would be turning eighteen in ten days, then what? Did that make my little man, who was so naïve an adult? Please, I felt like he would still like to crawl up in my lap and stay there a while. No fighting or arguing kept rolling over and over in my brain.