My son and I love and respect one another.
We had a good conversation yesterday. We talked, listened and ignored each other. I was trying to give him advice and he was trying not to take it. I was hoping to broaden his understanding of the workings of this world and he was letting me know that he already knew and what he didn’t know, he wanted to find out on his own. We are so much alike.
My son, Jackson is a good looking, highly intelligent, articulate and talented young man, confident in his abilities and determined to live life, his way. We are so much alike, so much alike now.
His nineteen, is miles ahead of mine. At nineteen, I was a smart mouth, college sophomore, unsure of myself and my abilities, easily manipulated and lead astray by anyone who said, “let’s party”. I was irrational, hot tempered and slightly histrionic. I had little understanding of the world, didn’t know where I was going and didn’t give a flying f#!*k what people thought. A lovely young woman.
If I’d known then what I know now. Right? I understand why I didn’t have a clue. But why is his view of the world so much keener than mine, at the time? The Internet? Reddit? Facebook? Video games, explicit movies? Blatant TV ?
Yeah, I think so. I grew up with Donna Reed, Father Knows Best and The Brady Bunch. Happy families with little depth, trivial conflicts and a pristine facade. Sure, they made you feel, warm and fuzzy, but they presented such a false pretense of reality. The conflict was always resolved. There was always a happy ending.
Life just wasn’t like that and it caused problems. First, those programs set high standards, too high. Donna Reed was beautiful, happily married to a doctor with a pretty, “do no wrong” daughter and a lovable, son. She wore a dress and heels everyday, cooked big family meals and had a spotless house. That’s a hard act to follow. Most real families paled in comparison. Second, a kid grew up not knowing how bogus that was until they got far enough away from the nest to find out on their own. Finding out was difficult. You got advice from elders, which you didn’t want or employed the trial and error method and learned the hard way. Although, there is something to be said for learning the hard way, it often produced devastating consequences.
Frankly, I’m a little jealous. I’m not saying that it’s easier for my son. The Information Age creates it’s own set of pitfalls and problems, but it does arm you with reality, the good, the bad and the ugliness of it all. My husband and I started him off in the right direction. Knowing what’s out there before he goes, gives him a better chance of making good decisions.
I hope my son and I will continue to talk, listen and ignore each other with love and respect.