"I have another one, here," a girl said, pointing at her back. "My parents would kill me if they knew I had tattoos."
She looked about 30.
The people around her nodded in agreement. I texted myself: "How old were you when you stopped caring what your parents think?"
xoxo,
Suzanne
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Hmm, I haven't stopped.
ReplyDeleteAbout early thirties when I had my first child.
ReplyDeleteThirty-seven . . . when I published "Gentlemen Callers," my scandalous first novel.
ReplyDeleteThat question kinda blew my mind because it made me realize that it has been a while, but I never thought of it in that framework. Probably around 27 when I had my first kid and my parents (coincidentally) separated. I realized I was the only real grown-up left.
ReplyDeleteJune 5, 2007.
ReplyDeleteHasn't happened yet and I'm almost over the hill.
ReplyDeleteNever stopped caring... just got a little more selective about sharing.
ReplyDeleteI'm 55, mom is 77. I started to not care about 2 months ago!
ReplyDeleteI actually kid her that I'm stopping at the tattoo parlor on the way home from her funeral. My son has a lot of tattoos and she is constantly nagging him about it.
I still care, but the month before I turned 19, I decided to stop lying to them.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was 19, after my mother told me it was a parent's job to tell their children how to act, think, and feel. A clarity washed over me at that exact moment that I'm forever thankful for.
ReplyDeleteI had a falling out with my mom when I was 18 or 19 and things have never been the same. Never will be either.
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