|This is actually in the little holiday flat we rent out|
In another life about 20 years ago, big son was 17, my daughter was 14 and small son was 7 (and not in this particular picture). We had strict boyfriend/girlfriend rules along the lines of those of the 1960s when we were young: ie. you do not have sex (awful phrase but there you are, that's what it would have been) in our house - although we know you are probably 'doing it' (another awful phrase) elsewhere. At those ages we were terrified of unwanted pregnancies. In fact, I was relieved when my daughter at 16 asked to go on the pill "for her skin" - at the time virtually unblemished. Twenty years on, we are somewhat more relaxed as far as small son, now 27, is concerned. We have all successfully navigated one or two serious relationships of his without incident to the extent that now when he brings the new girlfriend (there has only been one before) to stay for the week-end I offer them a shared bedroom with a changed conscience, reasoning that at this age small son deserves a sex life and a girl in her twenties will have the sense not to get pregnant. So last week-end (we have 3 spare bedrooms), small son was coming with the new love and I planned to give them the best bedroom because normally (shame) when all my kids come - the others with their children - I have to give the families the bigger, sunnier rooms, and small son gets the 'back bedroom'. This time I could make amends. Then my daughter phoned to say they were coming - OK still one decent room available, but then big son phoned to say they 'might' come too. Consternation on my part. Now small son will be relegated to the back room again - with its all too recent memories of his last love affair. What to do? I was actually quite cross. Needlessly. In the end, big son didn't come and when small son & partner arrived first, he automatically aimed for the back bedroom and said 'This will be ours'. So much for my worries. Although I did steer them towards the second bedroom and felt good about it. I mean what if someone told the new girlfriend about the old one? I would have felt awful wondering how many others had been in the same bed. I made the mistake of asking my husband 'How many other girlfriends had slept in your bed before you met me?' While he stared at me I recovered my senses. "Please don't answer that", I said.