Every person who has had the "delight” of raising young adults knows how tons strain these transitioning adults can reason a parent. On pinnacle of traumatic about the dozens of factors you involved approximately after they have been younger, you now need to deal with temper swings, mindset, influential pals, and their flavor in horrible ear-grating song to pinnacle it off. but ultimately, as they begin to pop out of their hormonal typhoon phase, you realize that it changed into all really worth it —mainly because you look ahead to seeing them undergo it with their own teen at some point! in the following shaggy dog story, a dad is passing by using his son’s bedroom, and some thing isn’t pretty proper.
The dad is astonished to see that his son’s mattress is neatly made, the whole lot at the ground is picked up, and the room is simply in quite good shape. no longer everyday. He then sees an envelope, propped up smartly on his son’s pillow. It turned into addressed, "Dad.” With a awful feeling in his intestine, he opens his son’s letter and reads it with trembling palms…
"Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I’ve been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her because of her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am. But it’s not only the passion, Dad.
She’s pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!
Don’t worry, Dad. I’m 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren.
-Love, your son, Joshua.
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Jason’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that’s on the kitchen table. Call when it is safe for me to come home!
