Good News from the Father Front
I am still a little bit in surprise about something that happened to me this morning. My dad actully explained something to me. Without getting mad. Or yelling. Here's the story:
Friday night I was going to go over to my friend Courtney's house and just hang out for the evening. She lives across from Trinity. The last time I was over there I didn't leave until almost 1:00 am. When I got home my parents were not happy. How was I supposed to know? They had never told me when I had to be back. All they said when I came back was, "You can't do this to us". I really had no idea what that meant other than, "Get in earlier so we can go to bed". Well, so as not to have a repeat of that evening, before I went to Courtney's on Friday I asked my dad what would be a reasonable time for me to be back by. Without even taking his eyes off the TV he said, "I want you in the house by 11:00 pm." I just stood there in shock. Once that wore off I tried a few protests such as how I was old enough to be on my own and how I wasn't going to be out drinking and doing drugs, just hanging out at her house. Of course, all of this was to no avail and I left the house rather distraught. I didn't see him at all on Saturday and only said one word to him that day: "Hi", over the phone. I knew I needed to apologize for arguing with him though. This morning, Sunday, I got up and talked to my mom a little and then said, "I need to do something". I went into his office where he was working on his Sunday School lesson and did what I needed to. You know what he did next? He forgave me and went on to say why he wanted me home by 11. He said that the only peolpe driving home then had been out partying and drinking and that if I got hit by a drunk driver comming home late one night that he would blame himself. I was touched. Of course I kindly suggested that he was being a little over protective but I also told him that I could respect this decision. So from now on, my curfew is 11:00 pm except for special circumstances, but I'm Ok with it because for the first time that I can remember, my dad gave me a rule but he also gave me the love that goes with it.
Friday night I was going to go over to my friend Courtney's house and just hang out for the evening. She lives across from Trinity. The last time I was over there I didn't leave until almost 1:00 am. When I got home my parents were not happy. How was I supposed to know? They had never told me when I had to be back. All they said when I came back was, "You can't do this to us". I really had no idea what that meant other than, "Get in earlier so we can go to bed". Well, so as not to have a repeat of that evening, before I went to Courtney's on Friday I asked my dad what would be a reasonable time for me to be back by. Without even taking his eyes off the TV he said, "I want you in the house by 11:00 pm." I just stood there in shock. Once that wore off I tried a few protests such as how I was old enough to be on my own and how I wasn't going to be out drinking and doing drugs, just hanging out at her house. Of course, all of this was to no avail and I left the house rather distraught. I didn't see him at all on Saturday and only said one word to him that day: "Hi", over the phone. I knew I needed to apologize for arguing with him though. This morning, Sunday, I got up and talked to my mom a little and then said, "I need to do something". I went into his office where he was working on his Sunday School lesson and did what I needed to. You know what he did next? He forgave me and went on to say why he wanted me home by 11. He said that the only peolpe driving home then had been out partying and drinking and that if I got hit by a drunk driver comming home late one night that he would blame himself. I was touched. Of course I kindly suggested that he was being a little over protective but I also told him that I could respect this decision. So from now on, my curfew is 11:00 pm except for special circumstances, but I'm Ok with it because for the first time that I can remember, my dad gave me a rule but he also gave me the love that goes with it.
posted by Lilouwyn | 1:53 PM
2 Comments:
Good for you! I guess aren't all bad. ;-)
And by that I mean, "I guess parents aren't all bad. ;-)"
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