Bruh. this thread is depressing. My kid not even in grade school yet. Just the thought of him leaving my side makes me tremendously sad. Me and him have been connected at the hip since he was 2 since his mom had work all the time.
REMINDER: THE ARENA PLATFORM, INC. has no obligation to monitor the Forums. However, THE ARENA PLATFORM, INC. reserves the right to review any materials submitted to or posted on the Forums, and remove, delete, redact or otherwise modify such materials, in its sole discretion and for any reason whatsoever, at any time and from time to time, without notice or further obligation to you. THE ARENA PLATFORM, INC. has no obligation to display or post any materials provided by you. THE ARENA PLATFORM, INC. reserves the right to disclose, at any time and from time to time, any information or materials that we deem necessary or appropriate to satisfy any applicable law, regulation, contract obligation, legal or dispute process or government request. Click on the following hyperlinks to further read the applicable Privacy Policy and Terms of Use.
I feel like I lost my son today
- Thread starter Eimeo
- Start date
Boy did I have different parents.
"You know, when you turn 18, it is you choice to go to university or get a job and move out or get a job, stay and pay rent for 6 months before moving out."
And my mean older sisters didn't get treated differently. Do not recall any parental moist eyes when my sisters moved out at 18.
Maybe the folks hid things better back then?
"You know, when you turn 18, it is you choice to go to university or get a job and move out or get a job, stay and pay rent for 6 months before moving out."
And my mean older sisters didn't get treated differently. Do not recall any parental moist eyes when my sisters moved out at 18.
Maybe the folks hid things better back then?
When our daughter moved away to college, it was tears for sure.
With our son, now that he's back from Jackson Hole and Panama, we're like, you need to move out, and pay rent until you do.
When I graduated from H.S. my parent's said either go to college or move out. So I joined the Army.
My mom and girlfriend cried. A few months later my girlfriend dumped me and I became a free man. I also learned a great deal about responsibility from the Army. Our son can't join the armed forces because of a physical disorder so he's going to have to learn about life from those around him. He's incredibly smart, doesn't drink or do drugs, and can be highly motivated when he needs to be. So that'll work in his favor.
Same here, day one after finishing school I was out the door.
Did not look back.
man I went to boarding school starting at 13. I loved it for the most part and loved the independence it gave me at such a young age. And of course I treated my poor parents home like my own personal party pad whenever I was back for break. Other than a year or so in my very early 20s did I ever live year round with my parents, after the age of 13. I mean, their home was still “home” of course but I was only there about 3-4 months per year starting at a ripe young age
Ya. The military is not a bad option. I did it too.
But its all fun and games until you end up in Iraq/Afghanistan/Vietnam (insert conflict of the year) cause some war pigs took office.
No chance I’d let my kid enlist if I can help it.
Agreed. We love our daughters, and they are ALWAYS welcome to come home and stay for as long as they need to, but man.....Having a house that stays clean, and a refrigerator that only has food that we are actually GOING TO EAT is awesome.
And for some reason, I don't worry about them as much when they are away as I do when they are with us. When they are home, I still can't fall asleep until they are home safe. I guess it's an "Out of sight, out of mind" thing...
Well my friend, all I can say is enjoy every moment you can. Teach, encourage, support, and love. I think I did all those things right, my son seems to be as good as anything I could have ever hoped for... which is what makes it so hard to let him go.
Wow, now that was a reply! Great words and wisdom there. The last wave we rode he was in front of me, so I guess he owes me one! And yes, there was a bottle of rum involved that first night he was gone.
Left home at 17... only time I returned was when mom needed cataract surgery and was too scared to do both eyes at the same time.
Who cares if they cried?
Fook em!
Who cares if they cried?
Fook em!