I was 19 when my luck ran out.
One night in our college dorm room, I simultaneously received tickets for Minor in Possession of Alcohol and Contributing Alcohol to Minors. Kind of the holy grail of underage drinking made possible by the Florida driver’s license I ordered on the internet declaring that I was 22 years old. Oh yeah, I also got a ticket for a fake ID. And then I got another Minor in Possession about a week later.
Honestly, after three years of running through corn fields to escape yet another keg party broken up by the local police, it was probably long overdue.
Nonetheless, my parents were less than thrilled.
I was back home for the summer working to pay off those fines when my grades from college arrived in the mail. I ripped open the envelope, ready to show my parents some good news only to find a big fat F staring back at me. An F is bad news for anyone, but especially for anyone going to college solely on financial aid.
“Honestly Mom, I don’t what happened! I swear I was acing that class!”
My mom looked at me, threw her hands in the air and dramatically declared, “I give up Kelly!”
I remember my eyes getting big and thinking that I should not laugh at her, that this would be a very bad time to laugh at her. But I couldn’t help it, I cracked up, I may have even snorted. “You can’t give up, you’re my mom!” I walked away to call the university’s administration offices still giggling.
I have three kids of my own now and am still amazed that it took her 19 years to yell, “I give up!”
I find myself wanting to scream it about 19 times on any given day.
There would be many other things I would tell my mom that I’m sure she didn’t agree with, “I’m dropping out of school to live in a tent for awhile.” “I’m moving in with my boyfriend.” “I’m quitting my job in finance to become a massage therapist.”
She never again threatened to give up on me, at least not out loud anyway. And in the end her biggest gift has not only been her support, but the fact she has provided it with such unwavering consistency that I still find it laughable to imagine a mother doing anything else.
Even when her teenage daughter almost fails out of college because she attended the wrong class for an entire semester.
So, Happy Mother’s Day Mom, and thanks for not giving up on me… as if you had a choice.
As always, thanks for stopping by Beer and Junk! Wishing you and yours a beautiful Mother’s Day! Cheers, Kelly