Saturday, April 28, 2012

10 and 2 = High Noon

A whimsical silly post is what's in store this month. It's all that I have "in me". I recently heard or read that you should only blog when you have something to say and/or when the spirit moves you. Although I find myself in the predicament that Casper has not Whispered Down the Lane; I didn't want a month to go by without writing something. So, I'll share something that happened this
month when I was with my teenage son and his friends. I do this, because I find the scenario amusing. I picked them up for a drive to a Lacrosse game in Maryland. There were 4 boys (all approximately 15 years old) and me (approximately 46 years old). I have found that some teens like to talk and some do not. I attempted to make conversation talking nonsense...it's what I do best. I said to them..."please do not tell your parents that I don't drive at 10 and 2". I was surprised that they heard me talk and that they all knew what I was talking about. Sometimes, you just need to drop a few words and see how everyone sound bytes the conversation after that. That's when the animated conversation began. Nearing the age of driving, they were all FULLY aware of "10 and 2". They were also fully aware (and I was not) that it is no longer recommended to drive at "10 and 2". According to them, driving is properly taught at "8 and 4". What? I can't believe that...is everyone taught to drive a fire truck now? I admit to driving at (you say) Midnight (I say High Noon). One hand on the wheel at the top. I think that I have always driven like this. It's more comfortable. But, these points are not important right now mainly because there are no points in a whimsical post. What transpired on the way home is when the real magic began. My son and I talked and laughed about High Noon driving. We talked about talking. We talked about not talking. And then he said something really nice to me. "Mom, you think and act more like a teenager than we teenagers."... (You say) Egads (I say, what a compliment!) I see that my inner teen is still intact...any time of the day...and for that, I am really proud! Though I have legally been an "adult" for 28 years (nearly 29 years), it hasn't worn me down and I can still think young enough to be fun. So, I guess it's like a variation on the size adage: that it's not (your) age that counts but what you do with it. If there is any point to this blog (and there really is not) it would be to get in touch with your inner teen and you'll find yourself having alot of fun!