Turning eighteen comes with its own anxieties and stresses. There is a constant pressure from friends and
family to look and behave your age. Eighteen is considered the age when one is
supposed to turn into a responsible individual overnight. This is the age when one
needs to start thinking about the future... blah blah. ‘Society expects certain
decorum from you. The family looks upon
you.’
Well, I am referring to the pressures and anxieties on the
mother of an eighteen years old son!
Nikhil turned 18 yesterday. I am worried … because
·
I won’t get to drive my car.
·
I will have to get used to listening to
dialogues like ‘I am 18, I know what is right for me.’
· I will have to shell out a greater part of my
salary towards his pocket money because ‘No
girl friends’ rule does not apply after 18
Birthday celebrations were a subdued lot to ensure Nikhil
does well in board (read life).
A close friend called yesterday to wish, ‘It does not look
that you are mother of an 18 years old!’ Not sure if this was a compliment or advice.
