That's my son's world for you. He may live to see 20 in August. We hope he will anyway.When he was six he wanted to be an Entomologist. By 13 it changed to Herpetology and other than his obsession with music, we pretty much excepted that this would be his career choice and we would never again be able to relax as long as he was living.
So, imagine last week when I received the following email: "I'm going to go to Arizona and New Mexico."
Me: "Where are you staying?"
Him: "In a tent"
I turned off the computer and went to bed (when the going gets tough, J goes to bed...).
The next day when I was ready to hear what I knew was coming, I learned he would be looking for a Rosy Boa, a Chuckwalla and several other snakey-sort of things he lives for.
Alone.
With no real itinerary.
Holy Carps I love my life.
Oh, and a little something funny happened. Remember the incident in the Hubby's car? J1 swore up and down that it couldn't possibly have been one of the snakes he caught while driving Dad's car in the desert... but he had to take a detour in his travels to stop by my brother's house in Mesa, AZ---so that my Bro could remove his seats and carpet to try to find where the stinky, dead snake was in his truck. They didn't find it. They're pretty sure it died in the dashboard and he's going to have to wait and let nature run it's course! Karma.
Holy crap. You seem so ok with this. I guess at this point what do you do? I wanna be an astronaut mom, a gansta, a showgirl...What do you do? You love 'em anyway and hope alot, pray if you're a prayer, and maybe pray a little even if you're not. My son said he thought being a police officer would be interesting (he's 6) and then he looked at me with his head tilted sideways in that, "I know everything my mom knows" and said, "But that's too dangerous, right mom?" Damn straight! Be a butcher, baker, candle stick maker. OH, maybe not the butcher. Um, molten wax is really hot. Maybe baker. And have an assistant to do the oven thing. (You don't sound old enough to have a 20 year old! I musta read wrong.)
ReplyDeleteOooh, how fun. (Don't forget to read sarcasm in there.) I'm glad my kids love keeping their distance from reptiles.
ReplyDeleteyou can't pick your kids and then you can't pick what they choose to do either! i think it's all very unfair especially since there's no guidebook for this parenting stuff. it's good that he's interested in something...and not just trying to figure out what to do while doing nothing.
ReplyDeletesnakes terrify me.
ReplyDeletetruly.
I hate them.
The pictures gave me the creeps.
But I bet anything my sons will do something similar or equally distressing.
Heck yeah, I have an adult child. It's ok to mistake me for a younger woman ;-)
ReplyDeleteI almost threw up looking at that dead snake photo. Poor you! How long was it there????
ReplyDeleteWell lil' sis, now I see through your eyes what I must have put mom through during my years of "adopt a pet". Although I don't recall ever bringing home a live rattlesnake, there were certainly a variety of other creatures that probably should've remained where they were.
ReplyDeleteWell, favorite brother of mine, the snakes you brought home may not have been alive when you sat with them in the kitchen, but they were alive at one point -- so yes, the Mom's curse apparently bounced off of you and hit me. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteooooo, cool!
ReplyDeletehey, love the post title! he he