Bulldog is turning 23 next week. His friends threw him a big bash Friday night. Knowing he could technicaly get called up any day, he wanted to take advantage of the chance for one.last.blowout.party.
Now, normally, I keep my distance, he does his thing and we leave it at that. But I wanted to meet some of his friends, deliver his special gift and just let him know that regardless of our lifestyle differences, I still loved him.
All he wanted was Deron Williams college jersey. Being the good Mama that I am, I didn't disappoint.
I showed up at this huge house, (thanks to the R's for their hospitality) and walked in, not quite knowing what to expect. I had an idea, but was nervous nonetheless. I tried to talk the Shark into going with me, but she had her own Mom duties to attend to.
Bulldog met me in the kitchen and immediately began introducing me to his friends. They were all very kind, and very respectful of me. Now granted, the beverages were flowing freely (NOT diet coke), and I suspect the smoky smell was not just cigarettes, but I minded my own business. Everyone of them were overage and adults capableof making their own choices.
I gave him his present and he promptly had to put it on to show it off.
He then toured me around the house some more, introducing me to more and more people, who accepted me at their party as if it was no big deal. I even remember a certain comment from a certain young man, who may or may not have been intoxicated who mentioned I was pretty hot.
I was shown what beer pong is. The rules were so confusing that I have no idea how they keep it all straight even when they are sober. Certainly not a party game I am going to recommend,
I met kids that I hadn't seen his Little League days, some from high school, and some he is working with now. Again, I have never met a bunch of kids that were kinder, friendlier and most of all extremely respectful of me and what my morals and values are.
I stayed about an hour, meeting and greeting, watching a game or two and then I decided I needed to be on my way.
'dawg and his friends had a good time. Everyone was safe. And he got one more big opportunity to be with his pals before his life begins to change dramatically.
Thanks again to the R's for hosting his shindig and for being so nice to my son. And most of all thanks to all his friends, who were so cool to me. Sure our lifestyles are vastly different, but there was certainly no judging on either side, just mutual respect for one another. Their means of a good time, and my means of a good time are polar opposites, and neither of us would recommend the eithers style, but in the end, I found I loved these kids. Here's hoping that each and every one of them finds what they are looking for in life!
And early Happy Birthday Bulldog. Love ya like a fat kid loves cake ya dirtbag!
PS - and before any feels the need to get all judgmental on me. One day you may one a child who chooses a different path in life that you would have desired. I believe that while my son knows I would have loved for him to choose differently, he also knows that I love him, and accept him no matter what. That's what Mom's do.