Hello all you wonderful cyberspace crawlers. I hope that your week has been eventful and maybe even a little adventurous. I have had a very interesting start to the day.
After having a very interesting conversation with another parent in my oldest son’s homeroom class at school, I began wondering where all the younger generation hangs out. Our little town of six hundred and fifty people is way too small for secret hideouts to exist. So it poses the question, where do they all go?
Because my children are enrolled in a smaller school, they have a better chance to excel in both academics and sports, which, of course, tickles me pink. I would never change that fact. Yet living in a small town can also hinder the growth of a child, unless they have wonderful parents/role models to stimulate them on a regular basis. I would hate for them to get bored and look in another direction for entertainment.
So when it comes to my children, of course I have a vested interest in their future and where they hang out. It is important to me and if I am not sure where their hangout is and whom they are with, I worry.
I know when I was a kid I would hang out with my friends at the lake. Parents usually didn’t bother us there and it was kind of like our teenage sanctuary. It was a great place to be if you didn’t want parents around. Not that the lake was a secret, because everyone knew that it was the local hangout.
The fact that it was a wide-open space and that you could see miles around only helped. We could see if parents were coming and hide if need be. For the record I never hid from my parents, but I witnessed several of the city kids do exactly that.
By the way, I am a country raised farm girl who worked hard from the day I was old enough to carry a bucket of grain. That’s just the way life is in the county.
Anyhow, curiosity got the better of me and so I asked my son “Where is the cool hot spot for the young high school kids now?” Of course, he laughed at me and repeated my words as if I was the oldest person in the world. “Cool Hot Spot”, really Mom?
As I watched him walk away while shaking his head and laughing at me, it dawned on me that I really do have good kids. So, with my oldest son thinking that I am crazy and older than dirt, I resort to the only thing I know. I will get the info that I need and it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure it out. Time to go old school on his little butt…I would find out the old fashion way... by bribing his brother to tell me.
All right, maybe it is not that ethical, but who says you have to be ethical when you’re a mom? It’s not like I’m going to go and break up his fun.
Tell me what you think? Could I be wrong in wanting to know where my beautiful children are? If you have something to say, drop me a note and let me know your thoughts.
Until next time, remember to Read On!!!
HR Phillips
