Supposedly people are adults at the age of 21. Maybe in the legal sense, but that might be about it.
Nicole turned 21 this weekend, and on Sunday we had a party for her. Being that this is a "special" birthday, I picked up a card that said something like "Now that you're 21, doors will now open for you." And when you open the card, its shows a drawing of a row of bars. And inside I wrote.."Be Careful". Right message, but a day late.
Since Nicole's birthday was actually on Friday, she was able to celebrate all weekend. And celebrate she did. Seeing that she was going to spend the night at her moms house in Tulsa, her and her boyfriend Ryan decided to go out and paint the town red, so to speak.
Not sure exactly what happened, and honestly, I'm not sure I want to know all the details, but here is what I do know. Nicole was late for her own party, which started at 2:00 PM. She has periods of the night which she can't remember. They both spent the night in the car, allegedly because they were locked out of someone's house and couldn't get back in (not her mother's - I don't fully understand).
Oh...and lets just say that the new car smell of her RAV-4 has been forever banished and replaced with something a little bit fouler.
I wasn't too happy, but at least she managed to survive the night and not cause bodily harm to herself or anyone else, or inflict major property damage anywhere that we know of. Nicole's defense was that "well Dad, I heard you did stuff like that when you were my age".
Yes, I have to admit I was capable of doing stupid stuff too when I was young. So, as a "dad" I have tried to teach my kids the right way to do things. Sort of like "look, Dad did this when he was young, and look what happened. Don't do it!" Ah..but do kids really listen to their parents? I don't think so.
Well, I take that back. Eventually, there comes an age when a child looks back on life and realizes..."My parents were right!". It's a sad but enlightening day, when you realize all the stuff you have done against your parents advice was either at worst wrong or at best the hard way to do it.
That is the age when you truly are an adult.
PS. I will let you know when I get there (kidding! - that was for MY dad)