There are certain things that I, as a mother, can not and will not tolerate. It doesn’t matter if you are 8, 18, or 88, there are lines you do not cross. If you are 8, I’ll be on your butt with correction and discipline to mold you in the direction you need to go. 18 plus though, all I can do is hold my boundaries, give advice and hope for the best. So to my son:
But when it comes down to it, as a young adult you can choose to live with my restrictions, or not. Packing up and leaving in a peak is most certainly not the easiest way to do it, but if that’s what it takes for you to own your independence and grown into your own, I support you. Goddess knows, it’s not been easy for wither of us.
Just remember you can always come home, and well, mom will always be able to sneak a pair of sock into the knitting queue.