Everyone
can relate to me, when I say we are all coming to that age. The one where we
can say “I’m legal”, or to sass a teacher when they tell you “tilt your screens”
and you mumble “I’m grown”, low enough for them to not catch your exact words
but at a volume to make your peers chuckle.
For
some accepting you’re aging is the challenge and taking on new
responsibilities. For others planning the celebration would be one of the most
challenging things. Well for me it is. Even though we consider ourselves to be “legal”
or “grown” we still have those parents who cant let go, or at least loosen
their grip. My friends and I decided to throw a hotel party together to all
celebrate our 18th year.
“Who are we
inviting?” I asked eagerly.
“I don’t know
everybody.” My friend responded
quickly.
“ C’mon were
gonna get kicked out.” I said resisting her idea.
“It’s a risk you
have to take.”
“ Wait how ya’ll
paying for it and what ya’ll telling ya’ll parents?” A random voice added in.
“Look man we
will worry about that when the time comes.” I said in a jokingly manner.
We then spoke
realistically about our plans and decided to propose our ideas to our parents.
As I was relaxed my phone rang, I received a text saying “What’s your mom’s
number?”
I eavesdropped
on the conversation between my mother and my friend’s mother. I could only make
out a few words but I was sure when I heard “They think they’re grown.” Once
you here that, its downhill from there. I crept back into my room.
Soon after a
brief conversation, the next thing I knew, the hotel party was on hold. I
received a call from mom saying “I have plans this weekend I don’t plan on
chaperoning.”
With confusion I
asked “what?”
I slowly came to
the realization that my plans were falling apart. I asked her “how can you just
volunteer yourself to attend my party mom I’m grown you don’t have to watch me
or my friends?” And she said “how old
are you?”
Proudly I danced
a little and I responded with “ I’m 18!”
She said “Right
and until your 21 and can answer me without dancing I’m responsible for you. I
will sleep on it.”
"Make that two," he said over my head.
"Next time, dude."
Today, as we were finishing dinner, the phone rang and my mom went to answer it. Randomly, my dad turns to me and with anger in his voice says, "I really hate those pants. I just want to cut them up and shred them and burn them." It took me a second to realize what he was talking about, so I just asked, "Why?" He said, "They make her look like an old woman!" I laughed because I realized that he was talking about my mom's pants. My mom overheard me laughing and immediately said, "Are you making fun of me!?" My dad assured her we weren't. Whoever was on the phone was still on hold and she kept accusing us saying, "You were making fun of me!" And my dad kept repeating, "No, we were not making fun of you." I walked away from the table while they were still arguing.
