My son will be 17 in September. Some factors that seem to have a role in his sudden onset of Man of the House Sydrome would be: a. the recent aquisition of his driving permit; b. the recent moving-out of my (ex)husband (his stepfather); c. a promise from his father to buy him a truck for his birthday.
Suddenly, I have a 16 year old making rather…well, bossy remarks about what we “need to do around here,” as if he is a consultant of some sort who has been hired to come in and get things shipshape. “We need to fix the brick out front.” “We need to get a new roof.” “We need to get a new trombone, a JAZZ trombone, and we need at least $800 to do it.”
And all of this is not in the tone of someone who is concerned and making a suggestion about what our family’s financial priorities might be. I would describe the tone as, oh, imperious. Authoritarian, if you will.
So, I suppose I will have to plan a Family Meeting. In that meeting, we will need to discuss family projects that we can do–very, very CHEAP family projects–around the house. We’ll also discuss the budget, because I do believe that a new brick wall, a new roof, and a new trombone are all, sadly, out of reach of the budget at the moment. At the moment, in fact, we’ll be focusing on how to stretch the grocery budget to feed the 5 of us this month, how to pay the bills, and how to keep gas in the van. We’ll also figure out how to set up a savings (they get an allowance each month) for each of the older kids, so they can put their own money aside for the things they want.
We’ll also touch on the whole concept of the parent being the PARENT in the house, and the kids being the KIDS in the house, and how being a kid means freedom from certain responsibilities and restrictions on certain freedoms. And THAT, my friends, may be the hardest discussion at all, because when you’re a 16 year old boy who is the oldest man in the house, it has to chafe a little when your mom reminds you who the boss is.
I feel for him. He’s a good kid. But I’m a good mom, too, and things could be a lot worse for us. In fact, they have been a lot worse, and in the not-so-distant past, too.
sigh Is a Perfect Life too much to ask? I’m worn out–the divorce, the money issues, the two trips to Wisconsin, getting the house in shape–I’m tired, and I don’t see an end in sight.
It’ll get better, right? I mean, sometime before he moves out, hopefully?