And doesn’t think he deserves to be.
My son and I participate in medival re-enactments and foam fighting. Occasionally the group we are in has a campout. The campouts are times for the group to spend a weekend camping in the woods, beating the hell out of each other, and drinking a little beer as night falls and the campfires grow large.
I took my son with me to the campout and let him consume, over the course of the entire evening (say, 7 PM to 2 AM) three beers. I allowed this for several reasons:
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I don’t mind, and don’t think it’s unhealthy, for him to have a beer every now and then.
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He was in a controlled enviornment. I was there, and several other responsible adults were there as well. I have known many of these people for 10 years or more. There is no possibility of him driving somewhere, getting into trouble, or doing things that a few re-enactors enjoy that I don’t want him to do, namely smoke pot.
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I knew that there was no possibility of him becoming so drunk he could hardly stand, because I only brought a six pack, and there is no one there who would provide him with a beer without asking me first. In fact, most of the people in our camp wouldn’t even bother to ask me first, they’d just say no.
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If I hadn’t let him drink with me, it’s possible he would have snuck off to another camp and tried to get a beer or two himself. I doubt he would have been successful, because the club has rules about underage drinking and enforces them with an iron fist.
As it was, I placed ground rules for him that he won’t violate because he really enjoys both the re-enactments and the camping, and he knows that the first time he breaks them is the last time he camps.
The ground rules were as follows:
- He must eat a good dinner.
- Not more than 1 beer per hour.
- After the first beer is opened, he can’t leave camp.
- He must alternate beer with water or soda.
The boy, who’s head is occasionally not in the right place, mentioned to Mrs. Welby that I let him drink some beer this weekend.
Result: Me in the doghouse, and a threat that she won’t allow the boy to go camping if I’m going to let him drink.
Did I do something wrong? I can understand my wife’s fear that he’s going to become a raging 15 year old alcoholic, but I don’t think we’re in danger of that just yet. My son is relatively responsible and mature. If he wasn’t, I wouldn’t even take him out with me to the re-enactments, much less allow him to drink a beer or three there.
I tried to explain my thinking behind letting him drink a little there, but my wife would hear none of it. My feeling is that he’s going to drink as he gets to driving age and goes to parties with his friends. If it is a forbidden fruit, it will make it more likely for him to get stupid drunk with his friends because it’s seen as a big deal and he’s “fooling” us to do so. If it’s soemthign he’s done before, on a fairly regular basis, it won’t seem like such a big deal to him.
So chime in Dopers, and tell me if I deserve to be in the doghouse for this.