it's april...
and it's all about prom here.
2 teenage boys stressing over dates, and what kind of tux, and trying to sell enough hanging baskets to offset the prom ticket price of $35 per kid. that's $70 if you take a date folks.
$70!
and if that wasn't enough, they start this whole plan of renting a party bus. $450.00.
for one night.
friends said they'd hop on the bus....
they'd pitch in...
it will be awesome!
and now they're committed.
and they have an enormous tab so far.
biggest stress of all ~ how do we pay for this?
mom says be happy with something simpler.
SOMETHING YOU CAN PAY FOR!
but you know, they are teenage boys. mom knows nothing of the world, and they have all the answers.
so the their answer was to sell their guitars.
their expensive guitars.
mom says you're not going to get much and then what will you do when you've sold your beloved guitars and still don't have enough money?
but you know, mom knows nothing of pawning beloved things, and they definitely know the value of a used once-expensive guitar.
plus an amp!
then mom says, and what if some of your friends don't pay? who's going to cover their tab?
but you know, mom knows nothing of friends, and they absolutely know their friends would never do that.
and then one final question, are you willing to give up your guitars for just one night?
but you know, mom knows nothing....
and they know it's going to be worth it.
now mom is in one of those places in parenting when she has to decide if she makes the decision based on what she knows...
or let her teenagers learn a lesson on what they don't know.
do i let my kids fail?
i did.
i even took them to hock their guitars.
(and just so i don't look like a totally evil mother... i will add that i explained they didn't have to accept the price. they could walk away if they knew it wasn't going to be enough. they were warned.)
and their plan unraveled quickly.
bare minimum for the precious guitars...
by the time the weekend was over couples had broken up.
and the teenager who reserved limo time, was off by a half-hour.. increasing the tab.
the answer....
no party bus.
and now no guitars to sing the blues.
a hard lesson for all of us....
