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June 10, 2005
An Accident Waiting to Happen
My son tells me I'm a nag when I complain he doesn't phone me to let me know if he'll be late or is staying with friends.
"I'm old enough to look after myself" he says, "you don't need to worry about me"
Yeah, right!
I'm not going to deny it, I do nag and I do worry. Last night he came home with a gash above his eye caused by his getting in the way of a flying beer bottle. He doesn't understand why I take no comfort from the fact that he wasn't the intended recipient. He obviously never looked up the words "innocent bystander" in the dictionary because, when the proverbial hits the fan, he's usually in the thick of it. (Eeeww, not a nice picture!)
The simple fact is, he's accident prone. In his 17 years he has broken his hand, foot, kneecap, collar bone, nose and his two front teeth. He's torn his ankle ligaments twice; had four operations; and had stitches in his arm, head and butt cheeks. Yes, you heard right, his butt cheeks!! He managed to get hit by a car on a pedestrian crossing and even got attacked by a police dog. I once tried to count the scars on his head but gave up at 42.
There's a seat in the waiting room at Alder Hey hospital that is moulded to the shape of that lad's bum and yet he still tells me he can take care of himself. Is it any wonder mums worry?
Posted by lilliebet at June 10, 2005 11:30 PM
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A nag is a horse, you're a mother ;-)
Posted by: OldGuy at June 11, 2005 12:22 AM
hahahaha! I'm sure you meant that in the nice way OldGuy..... didn't you? ;-)
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at June 11, 2005 12:32 AM
But of course, any other way would be ungentlemanly :)
Posted by: OldGuy at June 11, 2005 08:33 AM
Can I just say that an accident waiting to happen is a person who is doing things they know they shouldn't.
Hey, not that I have a say or anything.
So instead of worrying, why don't you ask him what he is doing that HE consideres wrong?
Posted by: Blast at June 11, 2005 11:45 AM
I'm afraid I can't agree. If he's the innocent victim of someone else's actions, that doesn't suggest he's doing something he shouldn't. There's also a difference between doing something foolish and doing something "wrong". Trying to jump over an abandoned settee on a bmx bike would certainly be foolish but I'm not sure I would consider it wrong. And I'm certain he wouldn't!
Posted by: lilliebet at June 11, 2005 01:25 PM
He sounds just like our son used to be! Our son did manage to grow up. He's now 26.
Calling home is only common courtesy. Why does a 17 yr. old think he doesn't have to call home??
Something is wrong with this picture. It has nothing to do with past accidents and everything to do with being concerned about how his Mom feels. Many kids that age are "all about me." I would lay the law down here.
Posted by: waybar at June 11, 2005 04:55 PM
seems you have it sorted so I will quietly leave out that side door over there.
Posted by: Blast at June 11, 2005 10:57 PM
Not at all Bill, your thoughts and comments are always welcome, I learn a lot from them. I'm grateful for every single one, even if I don't always agree. ;-)
Posted by: lilliebet at June 11, 2005 11:14 PM
If he had never been hurt in his life, you would still worry. That's what mothers do.
Posted by: Jay at June 12, 2005 08:12 PM
Very true, definitely in the case of this one.
Posted by: lilliebet at June 12, 2005 08:16 PM
Man I thought I was clutzy. That's amazing.
What does one do to get attacked by a police dog?
Posted by: Deb at June 13, 2005 12:16 PM
you have to trust him and let him go.....he needs to make his own decisions, he'll be back telling you everything very soon, just give him the sapce...we all worry
Posted by: Scott at June 13, 2005 12:47 PM
"I'm old enough to look after myself" he says, "you don't need to worry about me"
I heard the same from my son once. I asked him if he really wanted nobody that worried about him.
Posted by: jay at June 13, 2005 02:08 PM
Wrong place, wrong time I'm afraid Deb. That's always been his problem. Like the beer bottle, he must have a big head! lol
I know you're right Scott, it's time for me to let go and let him grow up but even now I still see the hint of the little boy he once was in him and all my protective instincts rise up.
Jay that's a very good point. It's nice to know someone cares and worries about us, it's certainly better than the alternative.
Posted by: lilliebet at June 13, 2005 03:27 PM