I am "Mom" to four fabulous, entertaining children, who always provide me with something to write about. I am a lover of sports, the written word, and especially my family. Sarcasm is my best friend. While I work full time, my true passion is writing.

More from this author »
RECENT PINS

Why It’s Risky To Eat Dinner At My House

Kids do stupid things.  Let’s face it, they’re kids; it’s practically encoded in their DNA to take chances and push boundaries.  However, it is a tough pill to swallow–and sometimes gag on–the stupid adventures of your own children.

My older kids are now at an age where they tell me what they never would when they were younger.  It’s like a game of “who can shock Mom” and the winner is the one who can turn me whiter than the top of Charlie Sheen’s coffee table.  Granted, most of their stories contain harmless pranks that they never give a second thought to, but as their mom, my mind immediately jumps to the “what ifs.”  My children often tell me that I “freak out” over little things; they just can’t comprehend how much I worry and care for them.

For instance, Ryan and his friends used to light paper and various items on fire in his friend’s backyard, just to see how they would burn.  Instantly, my imagination kicks in and I envision the wind picking up, the house ablaze, and fire trucks careening down the street.  I have been accused of being irrational more than once…

Feeling the need to defend myself to the know-it-all teenagers, I pipe in with, “I am the rational one here.”  I’m not sure if I was trying to convine myself or them.  “You have to think about the consequences of your actions.  What could happen, even if it never does.”  Suddenly, I felt the warmth of my father smiling down from Heaven.

But Ryan, my son blessed with the logic of Mr. Spock, launches into a monologue about letting kids grow up and take chances.

“What’s the point of always playing it safe, of doing what is expected?” he philosophized.

This was their father speaking, the one who dove off cliffs in Hawaii, the one who went sky-diving.  So I started to ponder:  is this what is meant when people say you are, *gulp*, “getting old?”  Do we take fewer gambles as we age?  Or is that what is meant by wisdom?  Is “old” a state of mind?  Do some people take chances, big risks, brazen choices because they are afraid of getting older?  Is that why Charlie Sheen’s coffee table top is white?   As a parent, this is where my mind wanders.

When I was a kid, I made some suspect ventures with no regard to consequences, because, like most teenagers, I thought I was indestructible.  The chances I took…the memories make me smile and shudder at the same time…

So I turned to my kids and declared, “Maybe I do need to loosen up.  Maybe I need to be brazen and brash, like when I was a kid.  However,” I continued, “I want you to contemplate your actions through to their worst possible conclusion and then decide if they’re worth the risk.”  I agreed to not be as fatalistic and to gamble a little more often.    I turned to Ryan and stated, ” In honor of you and your pyromaniac friends, I have decided to burn something, in tribute.”

“Cool.  What are you going to burn?”  he asked.

“Your dinner,”  I responded.

He was right; it did feel good to be adventuresome.

Leave a Comment

Comments (5)

  1. Randy 03/04/2011 at 5:51 am

    Very funny Jackie. It makes me think back to the time in our camper parked in the driveway and there I was playing with ‘fuego’, just melting the plastic covering of the furniture and appliances and finding out the hard way, THAT plastic was flammable. Of course, I blamed my siblings, the neighbors, the dog… but eventually, I accepted my own destiny. Ah yes, what a long, lonely summer that was… no Big Wheel down the back driveway, no hanging upside down on the pine trees, no pelting the cat with kumquats. These days, I just set my bbq and the steaks upon it on fire… maturity and wisdom are great things, so I hear. Thanks Jackie, you’re the best!!

  2. Lori V 03/03/2011 at 4:57 pm

    Hilarious!!! I’m starting to get stories from Brooke and Sierra too,I just shudder also! Then I have to remind myself to think back to my adventures, and I’m ok….yeah that’s working :/

  3. Raejean 03/02/2011 at 2:55 pm

    My kids perfected the art of fire kites; picture flaming sheets of newspaper floating 6 feet in the air.

  4. Katie Neuman 03/02/2011 at 12:22 am

    My kiddos are still so young, yet I hear myself saying things already that make me seem so old.
    I wish I would’ve listened to half the stuff my mom told me when I was a teenager. However, finding out on your own is part of the journey.
    Loved this piece.

  5. Carina 03/01/2011 at 7:07 pm

    HAHA!

    My dad told us about the times he and his friends set a field, their neighbor’s roof, and all other sorts of things on fire. Golly, why don’t kids have real chemistry sets these days like they did back then??