I Want to Tell You Just a Bit About My Son

My 16-year old son — I’ll call him Allan (not his real name) — called me yesterday from home. He said, “Dad, I’m home.” I asked, “How’d you get there?”

You see, his mother — my ex-wife — who’s a barely functioning alcoholic, lives with us temporarily, so that she won’t be living under a bridge. She’s there until we can make arrangements so that she won’t end up under a bridge… but she might end up there anyway.

Depending on how much she’s had to drink the night before, Allan’s mother does or does not make it out of bed in order to pick up her own son from school in the afternoon. And this, despite the fact that I have an iron-clad rule: no booze in the house — because she is the way she is.

In classic alcoholic fashion, though, she procures it anyway, and is generally drunk each evening.

We find the bottles around, and knowing that she’s somehow begged or borrowed money from someone, or stolen it from us to purchase it, we dump it out. She has no source of income, but she still manages to be sozzled each evening, and incoherently hungover the next morning.

So, usually I drive my son to school, some 8 miles away, then head into work in a town quite far in the opposite direction. Then, generally, I pick Allan up in the afternoon. It’s been that way for years, with Allan’s mother ducking in and out of his life as the booze permits.

Nowadays, though, it’s final exam time, and Allan’s school hours are different. He doesn’t need to be there until 9:30 in the morning, so he’s been Uber’ing into school. It costs about 10 bucks. Not all that unreasonable, but it rankles, knowing that Allan’s mother is right there sleeping off the previous night’s drinking. If his mother can’t bestir herself to pick him up from school, the he’ll take an Uber home as well.

Allan’s a tall kid — 6’5″ tall, and heading to 6″6′ or 6″7″ — and a standout volleyball player at his high school. I have many, many videos of his heroics on the volleyball court, and he’s impressive to watch.

He’s a bright young boy too. If he wants to learn something, he learns it fast, and well. And Allan’s a really nice kid. He genuinely cares about how others are doing. I’ve watched him subtly lose points in informal games and other competitions so that someone who hasn’t been winning can claim a victory. I’ve asked him about it later, and he admits it. He shrugs and says, “I don’t need to win all the time; other people need to win sometimes too.” He’s a really nice kid. He shows it in other ways on a regular basis as well.

So, that brings us all the way back to the top. Allan called me from home and said that he was there, and I asked him how he made it there. he replied, “I walked.”

I was startled and said, “Allan, that’s what, 10 miles?

“Nope,” he replied matter-of-factly, “It’s only eight miles.” Ah! Only eight.

“Why did you do that?” I asked, kind of astonished. Kids these days don’t do stuff like that. At least they’re purported not to do stuff like that. My son does stuff like that.

His reply to my question was deeply moving: “I didn’t want to waste your money after I Uber’ed in to school this morning.” He knows well that the fact that his mother has no qualms whatsoever about wasting the family’s money causes me some ummmmm… consternation.

First of all, I had to make sure that Allan knew well that his transportation to and from school is not in any way a waste of money. However, I also had to tell him how proud of him I was, and how moved I was that he was trying so hard to be so responsible.

Others have recognized his capacity for responsibility, leadership, and all-round niceness. He was voted captain of his volleyball team for next year, and I’ve heard people tell him that he should be a motivational speaker, because he’s so good at offering encouragement and assistance.

That’s my son.

— xPraetorius


6 thoughts on “I Want to Tell You Just a Bit About My Son

  1. Ahh, sweet story. Sorry about mom, addiction is just maddening. When I was a kid, I did a few 8 mile hikes to and from school. There is a sense of accomplishment there, empowerment, I can do this thing. Also, it’s really good exercise. I feel bad when my kids have to walk anywhere, so I try to keep that memory in mind.

    1. Thanks, IB! I used to walk to school all the time, but it was only 2 miles. It was good to do it too. You’re so right about the sense of accomplishment, of empowerment.

      Like you, I’ve felt bad any time the kids had to walk anywhere, and have felt it was kind of a parental thing to drive them there. My son gave me some valuable perspective yesterday. And so did you just now. 🙂


      — x

  2. He sounds like a well-grounded person who thinks about others. It’s a painful burden for him to live with all that drama–he may be trying hard not to add any more.

    1. He’s definitely trying hard not to add more. AND he’s a “well-grounded person who thinks about others.”

      He’s a great kid. I often tell him, “I wish I had ten more just like you. He gets a kick out of that; we live in a smallish condo, and he’s able to imagine the chaos of eleven 16-year olds in a smallish condo.

      Still, the world could use ten more… just like him.


      — x

  3. You said it, Trish: addiction is indeed a wicked thing! Thanks for your kind words…

    “Allan” deals well with it, but I still wish he didn’t have to. He and I talk about it a lot. I try to help him to keep things in perspective, and we both make sure to be mindful of (1) the many serious blessings that we do have, and (2) the fact that there are many, many people — near and far — with burdens far heavier than ours.


    — x

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