Tuesday, July 25, 2006
The Flow of Current Events
The other day I was driving the big kid down the mountain to his summer college classes in the city. A beautiful scenic stretch which we go through lasts about 15 miles---with no strip malls, no 7-11s, no traffic lights. It's a great time to talk about all kinds of things.
This time he asked me a somewhat political question, and I was delighted that he was taking an interest in current events instead of listening to his iPod.
Politics is an issue we try to tread lightly around in our house. Except for Sunday mornings, when Hubby yells at the talking heads on the TV. Sometimes I stick around for the entertainment value, but usually I find something else to do.
Hubby and I have what you might call a mixed marriage, although we both have come closer to the middle after almost 14 years together.
What do you think of the President's veto on stem-cell research? asked son.
...and I was off to the races! With a captive audience, no less!
I yabbered on about how I didn't see why women who elect to have abortions (which are currently legal) couldn't donate the embryo to science if they wanted to, how I didn't understand why umbilical cord cells couldn't be utilized more (I would have donated ours), how there is a slippery slope and the worry that embryos would be created simply for tissue, yada yada yada.....
Mom? he interrupted in a serious voice. I really need to talk to you. Please don't be mad.
My stomach did about 5 flip-flops.
He's going to tell me that his college girlfriend is pregnant. Or she had an abortion. What happened to that industrial-sized box of condoms we bought him? Did he work his way through them? No wonder he did so poorly in class, the knucklehead! He was having sex when he was supposed to be studying. I'm going to KILL him for messing up his life this way!
"What?" My voice sounded weak.
I really need to poop.
I need to go to the bathroom. Really bad.
I raced the last 7 miles down the mountain and pulled into the nearest convenience store.
"Here." I shoved a handful of dollar bills at him. "Buy something when you're done. You can't use their facilities for nothing." He crab-walked as quickly as he could manage into the building.
While waiting, I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't get over how worked up I had become!
My very next thought was:
When he gets out here I AM GOING TO KILL HIM for scaring me like that!