Oh, HE’S 18 now, THAT’s why I-I-I-I don’t feel 18 any more…

In my attempt to not go to bed before 9:30, I figured I’d post something new…. really, I wanted to snuggle with my pillows around 7:30. How pathetic.


This Wednesday past, my “baby”, Zachary, hit a milestone birthday. I naturally had to document the occasion of him buying his first lottery ticket down at the Cambria General Store (“Nuh, ut, Mo-o-om!”) Too cute. Of course, the text in the morning from his big brother was something to the effect of “Go out and buy some lottery tickets, a cigar and some porn!” Thanks for the guidance, honey. And Chris, behind the counter, did his managerly duty and checked his I.D. even though he’s known him most of his life…


Our first argument in some time went something like this:


“So, honey, if you want to have a party here with some of your pals, I’d be happy to get some food and stuff.” He texted me later, “I want my own party, no adults.” Reply,”Uh, no.” “And no alcohol” “You don’t trust me! I’m 18 now and can do what I want!” Except with  fewer vowels. 


O.k. so how many of you out there are raising your hands in recognition? Please tell me I’m really not the ONLY big bad parent here. I pointed out to him that his girlfriend’s mom probably wouldn’t like her at an unchaperoned party with booze considering she’s NOT 18 or LEGAL!!! Hello-o-o-o-o-o-o…


The usual discussion of what his dad and I were doing at his age followed. Sigh. 


It was fun, however, starting in the morning, going through the day, “Well, right about now, I was talking to the Big Scoop on Sports just after his morning commentary on my show (radio) and my water broke.” “Let’s see, I was picking up Miles from kindergarten but had to ask one of the parents to go get him because you were putting such pressure on my bladder I couldn’t get out of the car” and, of course, “Right about now, Miles was putting down his peanut butter sandwich and moving out of the way to watch you and your pointy little head make your first appearance there in the living room.” Don’t worry, for those of you who don’t know- it was planned that way.  🙂


College applications, financial aid, catch up with doctors and dentists before going off to new lands (most likely Oregon)… “What are you going to do when I leave, Mom?” 


I just smile. 


And the little bugger won $5! Of course the three tickets he bought were with my money. Did he pay me back?????




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About Lady Tie Di

I acquired the moniker of "Lady Tie Di" (my old radio name, a twist on my name, Dianne, and my creative side...) for a good reason. I make and sell tie dyes on occasion (amongst other things), my cars are often as not works of art and I do like color in my world. I try to spread peace and love where ever I can and to make people smile. And here I am doing something else I love- writing. Door's always open... come on in!
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2 Responses to Oh, HE’S 18 now, THAT’s why I-I-I-I don’t feel 18 any more…

  1. Kirsten says:

    Bittersweet, but all as it should be! Happy Birthday to Zachary. To you too, Dianne, and well done, might I add!

  2. I just read this. MY Zachary turned 18 last April. I STILL want to molly coddle him. He is against it; I don't understand why. Seriously, I DO remember being 18, and I would have freaked out if my Mom tried to baby me that way. I think we have some pretty awesome Zacharys!

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