Sometimes, like right now, I question whether I should write a post or not. My reasons vary. Recently I dropped an "F-bomb" in my bikini wax post and I worried it would offend the Internet. (You know … the Internet with all the porn on it? That Internet!) I couldn't think of a more adequate word to use in that post, however, so I didn't edit the word out. I often decide against posts that mention my kids because they are teens. It is hard enough to be a teen without having their lives written about and published for all eternity on the world-wide-web. I think of it as my Writing Filter … what I feel comfortable sharing with the world, and what I do not. I try to do better with my Writing Filter than I do with my Mouth Filter.
In reality, I wasn't born with the best Mouth Filter. You know … the filter between the brain and mouth that keeps you from blurting out things when all humanity would be better off if you kept your mouth shut? I don't have a very good filter. (For those of you who know me personally, please stop nodding your head in agreement!) The thought in my brain is often out of my mouth without hesitation. The positive aspect of this is people always know where they stand with me. I love my friends for life, but if they piss me off they know it. I do think that this characteristic will keep me ulcer free. In addition, I also freely tell the people I care about that I do indeed adore them … and I mean it. One thing I am not, is fake. You will never hear me implying I like or care about someone if I don't.
So it is with a little trepidation that I make a confession today. You, Internet, may condemn me for it. I may have, possibly, violated my two boy's privacy by reading what friends wrote in their yearbooks. Some of you who are parents will be thinking, "What's wrong with that?" Others of you will be ashamed of me for not respecting their privacy. Both boys said I could look at their yearbooks, but did they expect me to read what their friends wrote? I don't think so. Would they want me writing about it?
The most difficult part was reading RC's. He is 17, has just finished his Junior year of high school, and he is quite social. I held my breath as I read the full page inscription from a girl he has dated frequently. She was flirty, she told him to have "fun, but not too much fun" without her while she is traveling this summer. She added how happy she is now that they've done "everything" together. And everything was in quotes. "Dear God," I prayed, "Please let her not end up pregnant!" Did she mean everything when she wrote "everything"? Maybe she meant some things when she wrote "everything"? (Head-in-Sand-Head-in-Sand-Head-in-Sand!!)
More worrisome was the note written by a girl RC has not dated. She went on and on saying how "hot" she thinks he is, she "loves his muscles", he "is so funny", and blah, blah, blah. And then she wrote … "I really hope someday I'll get to mate with you – I mean, date you." Oh … My … God!! I wish I could ask her parents, "Do you have any idea what your 16 year old daughter is saying to 17 year old boys … who, by the way, can think of nothing other than sex 24 hours per day?"
I love men. I really do. Have I ever said to one, "I'd love to mate with you someday?" No, I have not. What do you think, Internet? Do you think most men would turn down an invitation at "mating"? How about a 17 year old boy? How do I, as a mom, teach my hormonal son to turn down offers like that?
Thank goodness I read PR's yearbook second. Having just completed 7th grade, his yearbook inscriptions were much more innocent. The most touching note was written by a male classmate. He is a boy PR played Little League baseball with last year. He wrote, "PR, you are the best baseball player I have ever met in my entire life!!"
Sigh … how I cherish the innocence and wish it could last!