My sons are 1st generation Latinos. They were born here. I wasn’t. As you can imagine, this has caused some conflict, particularly with dating.
When my oldest was 10, I told him he would not be allowed to date until he was 16 and he never forgot. The day he turned sixteen was HUGE. It was the year he could drive and date. He made sure to remind me too!
I’m sure you can imagine how I felt. Both of those scenarios ran through my head, at the same time that I wanted to run out of the room! It reminded me of the Mastercard commercial:Driver’s License: $100 First Date: $75 Look of fear on Mom’s Face: Priceless!
I’m sure it was a kodak moment because he started laughing right there!
Thankfully both didn’t occur at the same time. Even better his 1st date was with a young girl who’s Mom was more protective than me! She asked to speak with me, wanted to meet her and reminded me that was her only daughter. I LIKED her!
So where did they go on their 1st date? To my neice’s Sweet Sixteen. And I bet you’ll never guess who was driving!
Yup, it was a kodak moment.