Last night, I randomly asked Precocious Daughter the following question:
"So, now that you're 18, can I not impose a curfew on you, or do 'under my roof, my rules' still apply?"
Good question, right?
Her response was even better:
"Mother, I don't go anywhere. When would you ever have to give me a curfew?"
Because she is my daughter. *proud*
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I subsequently pointed out, "Grammy and Gramps (aka my parents) never imposed a curfew until I started dating your father. And I was 19 years old at the time."
To which she responded (and by the way she was driving in heavy traffic on I-35 E at the time, because she's badass like that), "Well, since I'm probably going to be going to college a VERY LONG WAY AWAY, it's not like you'll be able to do anything like that."
And I was just...
...touché.
...fuck.
This is a roundabout way of saying, if you know someone who is a senior in high school, you should definitely take them to see the move Lady Bird. Neither of you will regret it.
Also, what are your feelings regarding curfews for grown-ass adults who are still your child?
Ring in, please.
Thanks.
You know, my parents enforced a curfew the summer before my Freshman year of college, and I was 10-15 minutes late every night, and it was just annoying all around. I think they tried to give me curfews once I started college, when I was home for the summer, but... yeah - I think in the age of cellphones - as long as she answers her phone when you call, you can loosen up on the curfews. Especially if you trust her. And BTW - I wasn't drinking, smoking pot, or even f***ing anyone that summer. I was just hanging out with friends.
ReplyDeleteI'm probably the worst person to give advice on the subject of curfews, mostly because I don't have any children, but also because, when my parents set an 11 o'clock curfew for me I came in before 11...am. Or I'd disappear for days at a time.
ReplyDeleteThe fact that I survived that period relatively unscathed is probably not much comfort.