Parenthood. When your kids are teens you don’t let them drink. you let them have a sip of wine on Thanksgiving, just to see what it tastes like, but you don’t let them drink. their friends cant give you their keys and drink at your house, you don’t tell them “its OK as long as you don’t drive.” You don’t give them alcohol at the pre-prom dinner.
then they go to college. You play beer pong and flip cup when they come home for holidays. you buy silly shot glasses. You call on their 21st. birthday to see if they are with someone you trust ( yeah, right). You pray they will call on Sunday morning so you will know that, at least for that weekend, they survived.
They graduate. and they drink WAY too much. You worry. You give them the stink eye and count the beers in your refrigerator. Nights when you should be asleep you sit and look at the clock waiting for the graduate — who has moved back home, to get home from whatever club they are at that night. you pray they aren’t in Philadelphia.
Then, suddenly, they are thirty something. They have a glass of wine, or a couple blue moons. and then they stop. They have kids, and spouses and jobs. They share your love of a smooth shot of anisette or a nice bloody Mary. and then they go about their day.
drinking games. One of the rights of parenthood that no one ever tells you about.