Sunday, September 28, 2008
I took my 16 year old son to see a movie yesterday afternoon. On the way, "Everybody Must Get Stoned" by Bob Dylan came on the radio and I'm singing along. And he repeats the words almost like it's a question, turns towards me, and says, "so, did you ever get stoned?" Now, how do you answer a question like that, especially if the answer isn't no! I laughed and said "I don't think I'm going to answer that!". "So, in other words the answer is yes". And I went on to say how stupid a thing it is to do.(being the good, responsible Mom, after all) The funny thing is, I've always wondered how I would answer that question. Thank God, my 18 year old has never asked. She's laughed a few times at the thought of her parents doing drugs--"drinking I can see, but drugs!"--but she's never actually asked. I don't regret doing them, I don't regret the things I did while doing them. After all, they are a part of my history, a part of what and who I am today. And, hey, I had some good times! But it was also before I ever even thought about getting married and having kids. I really believe you have to grow up at some point and become a responsible adult. I do wonder sometimes if some of my health problems go back to the abuse I put my body through. To be honest, most of the abuse was alcohol, not drug, related. That's one thing I miss less and less as I get older! And to think, at one time, I thought being a bar-fly was a valid life choice!