My friends over at Merriam-Webster define transition as such:
a: passage from one state, stage, subject, or place to another : change
b: a movement, development, or evolution from one form, stage, or style to another
I suppose I am speaking about definition ‘b’. You see, in 8 months The Eldest will be 18 years old; he will be an adult – legal age. He will also be a senior in high school and, in my humble opinion, this makes him still a kid…cause he’s still in school…duh. All this brings me to a conversation he and I had on the way to school this morning which I will share shortly. (No, he doesn’t drive yet which is another kid thing)
He’s been moody this week. Not disrespectful, but not his normal, chatty self. He’s also been grounded from phone and Xbox use due to a failing grade. Granted he’s struggling in the subject, but he failed to bring this to his dad’s or my attention before we found out about the grade. We don’t punish if a kid is genuinely struggling as long as we know and they are seeking additional aid in the subject. Neither has happened, thus he is grounded until the grade is passing. Simple, no? Well, not for him – evidently. Mr. Grumpy Gills (to quote one of his favorite kid movies…) let it be known today that he disagrees which got me thinking about this whole transition from kid to adult thing we are going through.
Me: What’s with you this week? You’re unusually grumpy.
The Eldest: I’m still upset.
Me: Ok, I’ll bite. Why are you upset? Let alone still…
The Eldest: I’m grounded. You realize I’ll be able to vote this year, right? And I’m grounded like a kid.
Me: There’s not an election this year so you can’t vote. You’re 17, in high school, and I’m driving you to school – you’re kinda still a kid.
The Eldest: I’m probably joining the military this time next year, I drink coffee, and I could vote if there was an election this year…and you’ve taken my phone from me, I’m almost not a kid.
The Eldest: ….
Me: Ok….but since you’re almost not a kid and you’re absolutely failing a class and you’re definitely not paying for said phone because you don’t even have a job…you’re still grounded until the grade comes up.
The Eldest: *sigh* *face palm* You never understand me!
Me: Haha…there it is, the adult conversation I was looking for. Nice try, kid…go to class.
So, the normally articulate one wasn’t able to pull off a good enough reason to not be grounded. Maybe it is because it was first thing in the morning, maybe it was because he didn’t take but 2 sips of coffee because he didn’t add enough caramel creamer to give a diabetic a coma, or maybe…just maybe he realized his mom is right. HA! Fat chance. I think it’s because even though we are transitioning from kid to adult, he is still very clearly a kid. I don’t remember this transition when I was his age, but I’ll bet my parents do. This next year should be entertaining at the very least. Wish me luck.