So, I have a confession to make.
I’m not perfect.
Wow, that feels good to get that off my chest. And Mom and Dad, if you’re reading this, you can just pretend the rest of this post never existed.
I was no wild child growing up. But when I ventured off to college and, later, into the big wide world, I spread my wings a little. I did what a lot of young adults did.
I played a little. I experimented a little. And I made some mistakes.
Looking back, there are a lot of times I wished I would have done something, but didn’t. And there are an equal number of things that, if I had a mulligan, I probably wouldn’t do again. I don’t dwell on a lot of these, because what’s done is done. They’re in the past.
Or are they?
As a parent, I wonder if some of my past adventures may possibly rear their ugly heads again. I know that, one day, the uncomfortable questions will likely come. And when my kids ask me about certain events and experiences, what do I tell them? When the time comes, do I reveal some of my confessions to my kids?
Confession #1. I’ve done the deed.
Well, the cat’s out of the bag on this one. I think by the time my kids are old enough to learn about the birds and the bees, I don’t think I’ll be able to fool them into thinking the stork brought them. And I think by this point, my parents have probably figured the truth out as well.
But if the questions probe deeper? I don’t even want to think of touching that conversation with a ten-foot poll. Anyway, I’m in denial that we won’t need to have that talk. Because according to Jay, Bobo won’t even be allowed to date until she’s 30. Problem solved.
Confession #2. I drink.
I do drink responsibly around my kids; they’ve seen me with a beer or glass of wine in hand. So I can’t deny that.
But if they ask? I certainly never had a sip before I was 21, never did anything stupid while under the influence, and I never got completely snockered.
Yeah, I’m betting my kids won’t buy that one either. I’m wondering if I could just mix a little dirt with water, and tell them that’s what Guinness tastes like. It wouldn’t exactly be a lie, would it?
Confession #3. I’ve celebrated 4/20.
But only once. And I never inhaled.
Oh, crap. Someone famous already said that.
I don’t know what to say about this one. I’m just hoping to go with the “Don’t ask, don’t tell” policy on this one. And I hope they never ask.
I love rock & roll My first concert was a Kenny G. concert
Ah, finally an easy confession!
I’m not a big rock & roll fan, so I can honestly I’ve never participated in any shenanigans at a rock concert. I once drug Jay to a Dixie Chicks concert, but there was definitely no shenanigans at that event.
I do, however, still receive quite a bit of flack from Jay regarding my undying love for Kenny G.
But at least that’s one confession I don’t mind wholeheartedly admitting to my kids.
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