Normally, “I’m a cool mum, not a regular mum” – but not this week. Not according to my 11-year-old son.
This is week, I’m a “mean mum”, because I’ve refused to let him wander around the suburbs of Sydney, unsupervised, with his tribe of other equally defenceless friends – on Halloween.
The conversation/debate/outright sh*t fight started a month ago, when I was informed, “Hey, mum, I’m going trick or treating on Halloween with my mates.”
“Oh, thanks buddy, good to know,” said no Nama, ever.
This is what I actually said:
As the ‘discussion’ escalated, I also said, “Non, nein, never, you must be insane.”
And he said, “That’s so unfair, why are you being mean? Everyone else is doing it.”
Determined to show him I’m still (sort of) boss, I walked away… but quietly, I was questioning my resolve. Did he have a point? Is it time for me to let go a little? He was so convincing…
But then, over the next month, whenever he raised it, the details of what they were planning continued to horrify me. They were meeting outside a pub, with most of them living locally or catching a bus together to get there.
I couldn’t help but wonder: were the other parents actually sanctioning this?!
But I’m old enough, and wise enough (just), to know to wait for further details, as surely the plans would change closer to the time. And they did. But I’ll get to that later, because before we got to that point, there was an arduous, continuous, overwhelming thought process that plagued my mind about the issue.
Firstly, I don’t think my son gets just how obsessed I am with him – see the below Facebook status of mine for evidence:
I’ve been a sole parent for the last nine years, and this child is my everything. He’s the best person I know. He’s the person in the world who knows me the best. He’s my greatest achievement, and the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
(When he’s not being a pain in the a**.)
Admittedly, part of me was thinking, “no…not my (11-year-old) baby boy!”, whilst another part thought, “he’s got to learn independence.” He’s street-smart, resilient, can do a coffee run for me when we’re at the local shops…