Lake Norman Woman Magazine September 2021

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WOMEN power DURING A RECENT FAMILY BEACH VACATION, my sons, now grown

and on their own, discovered that I am fun. It was quite the shock to them. Until then they had been convinced that I was one of the biggest control freaks on the planet—and because of that, quite the partypooper, too. After all, I did spend the first 20 or so years of their lives telling them what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. On the beach trips of yore, while the kids tried to frolic in the surf, I barked out orders about swimming out too far or reapplying sunscreen, about how and where to ride a wave, exactly where to lay a beach towel, when to eat a snack, what to eat for that snack, and how to throw the bocce ball, when to throw the bocce ball, and where to throw the bocce ball. I’m fairly certain the only fun they had on those vacations was when they weren’t in my line of sight.

If I’m being honest, I have to admit that even though they’re grown, I still have the urge to shower my sons with “helpful hints.” (They use another not-as-nice word for said hints.) But believe it or not, I am coming to understand that just because I’m their mother, that doesn’t mean I automatically know what’s best for them. As young adults (despite my hints that they might be making bad choices) they’ve made decisions I was sure would result in catastrophe. A few did. Many, though, ended up having wonderful outcomes. So I’m learning to let go, relax a bit, smile more, and enjoy my sons for who they are, with their own quirks, points of view, and interests. In return, they’re able to relax and enjoy my company more now, too—they didn’t try to get out of my line of sight even once on this trip. But never in my wildest dreams did I ever see myself loosening up enough to play a tremendously off-color, quite tasteless, often inappropriate, dark and funny party game with them. No way. Hard “no.” And yet, gathered around a table full of the people I love most as we all guffawed with reckless abandon, my rigid rules for appropriate behavior didn’t seem important at all. It didn’t even bother me that my sons knew the meaning of several words I didn’t, and upon learning from them what those words meant, found myself really wishing I hadn’t asked. What was meaningful to me at that moment was the love and laughter filling the room—and my heart. It’s unclear to me why or how sharing our vulgar vocabulary with one another or drawing less-thanwholesome pictures turned me into a fun mom. I’ve got to believe there must be G-rated ways of accomplishing the same thing, any of which I highly recommend. But then again, maybe the how isn’t important—what matters is maximizing the moments and reveling in family togetherness—especially if, like my family, the same twisted sense of humor brings you all closer. You know what they say, after all: “Blessed be the ties that bind!” w

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