Monday, 8 August 2011


As the proud owner of an 18 year old on the brink of leaving home (assuming he gets the results required to get into the university of his choice) I am beginning to learn how to let go and stop worrying about him when he's out of my sight. Given that finishing A Levels appears to be the excuse to pack in about eight different post exam holidays where they don't appear to get any sleep for days on end, to worry about them daily would simply result in a heart attack I suspect.

He is about to embark on an 3 week tour of "cheap beers" around Europe with five of his friends. The thought of it fills me with horror. In my day, when we all went inter-railing around Europe our parents simply had to wave us off with our rucksacks and hope for the best. Now we have a means of spying on them, of tracking their route. Sort of like giving them a bar code or a little mini camera to put on to their heads. We can check in and even sometimes expect a reply. Now that he's 18 he has finally added me as a "friend" on Facebook so that I can see what they're all up to. Initially I was delighted - how wonderful to be able to share in his experience, but I have to say it's not for the weak hearted and I'm wondering if perhaps it was better for my parents who were blissfully ignorant about what we all got up to. Mostly it's all rather horrifying and you wish you hadn't looked...

My friend called me this morning. "OMIGOD, I've just had a look at Jack's photos and I'm quite sure, although his head is turned to the side that it's not a spot he's got on his lower lip, IT"S A NEW PIERCING! I'm going to kill him." I too discovered that my son had allowed himself to be branded with yet another tattoo whilst on holiday recently in Cyprus. Then you have to look at photos of them behaving badly in nightclubs and dancing on tables - "who ARE all those people he's with?" I constantly think to myself.

Still, it's a brave new world out there and we might as well get on it with them and I guess it's reassuring to know they're still alive.

What do you think?


  1. Oh, this JUST kills me! I want to look - but then I don't. You know?

    Knowing he's alive and, seemingly, doing well is enough for me, I think. If I know the details, it would probably kill me. And to think, he's only in high school - what kind of horror awaits when he's actually out of the house and off to college?

  2. Hope he's not in Tottenham or Croydon!

  3. I don't 'do' facebook....thank goodness...don't think I would like it. At. All.

  4. Youngest is in Switzerland doing adventurous things with some Guides. I don't seem to be worrying, but then she doesn't even have her mobile with her: the Guides prefer that there is no contact and thus no homesickness plus control over what information gets out! Eldest is in Dorset rather too far from civilisation, and without transport, to get into mischief - and they turned down the offer of alcohol when we did the supermarket shop. She has her mobile but I'll be very surprised if I hear from her. Long may this 'no news is good news' situation last!

  5. Don't panic! Keep a clear logical head! It is the male bonding thing on view . They never go out on their own . They are looking for a new group . Bite your tongue until it bleeds . He may take you off facebook because it upsets you too much . He does care about you .