Mom, be thankful for cell phones.
Guest blogger Marilyn Kentz: Cell phones are a mom's best friend. You can keep tabs on your teenagers and you don't have to worry if they go past curfew because you can just dial or text and nail them right then. You can enjoy the illusion of having control.
I did not have that luxury when my son was sixteen. His curfew was midnight, but I couldn't stay awake 'til then, so the deal was he would peek his head in our bedroom and let me know he was home. I would look at the alarm clock and then go back to sleep, satisfied that he honored the rules.
But he was a tricky one, that son of mine. If he was at a party and he wanted to stay at the party, he would simply call home at midnight. Hearing the ring, the first thing I'd do is look at the clock.
"Hello?" I'd answer, half awake.
"It's okay, Mom ... I've got it," he'd announce from a quiet room at the party.
"Oh, okay. Good night, son."
"Good night, Mom."
I'd go back to sleep, thinking he was in the kitchen, proud of what a good boy he was. I guess I was none the wiser.
|Marilyn Kentz is the brunette half of the '90s comedy duo "The Mommies" and author of A Ten-Step Guide to Fearless Aging.|