My son is now an adult.
He is living at home again while he does some upgrading and starts training for his chosen career.
Its hard to believe that my baby is an adult but he is. The law says so. He has his own car. He can drink…and to my surprise (because he is my baby) he does drink.
He seems to be responsible…well as responsible as you can be at his age. When he drinks he doesn’t drive. When he goes out, he brings along a friend who is a designated driver and doesn’t drink. He spends the night at that friend’s place so that he doesn’t drive again until he is sober.
He has a system when he drinks. He has already learned how certain beverages effect his bg levels. He is pretty confident in what he is doing.
How do I know this? Because he told me. We were discussing his night out. I was giving him a little bit of the information that I had learned about diabetes and alcohol thanks to places like the Diabetes Mine. He told me his experience. I asked what he would do if heaven forbid, he got falling down drunk. How could he handle things? He told me that he had been there. He began to tell me what he did.
I was shocked. This was my little boy. I began to walk out of the room. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to think of my baby as drinking. I really didn’t want to think of my little boy getting drunk. He stopped me.
He told me that I had to know. It was important for me to understand. If I didn’t listen to him, I would worry more. He wanted me to know that he was listening, learning and growing up. It was going to be okay.
I listened. I was proud that he would have this dialog with me. It was candid. It was honest. Nothing was hidden to make me feel better. It was raw.
It was tough to hear. It was good to hear.
He has stumbled. I have cried. He has learned. So have I. Together we will continue to get through.
I am glad he feels that he can talk to me. I am glad that he has learned. I am proud that he wants me to be okay as well.