At least… I think it is, ‘coz my baby still talks to me!
Remember in June or July when I posted about my darling boy smoking grass and how worried I was about it… well, last night he actually told me about it! He was sitting on the arm of the couch behind me tickling my back (in other words- we weren’t looking at each other) and we were watching “Predator 2”. There’s a scene where a cop gets a ride with some Rastafarian gangsters, and when he gets out of the car it’s in a cloud of ganja smoke! Damien commented that the guy must be completely stoned after the car ride. I said that you usually have to smoke it a couple of times before it has an affect on you so he should be okay. Damien was quiet for about 5 seconds and then he said “…no you don’t…”
So I look over my shoulder and ask “Oh? And how would you know…?” and he’s got this half smirk on his face. He then tells me he tried it in January after school with some friends and he didn’t like it and won’t be trying it again.
Okay- it seems like something small… but the fact that he felt okay enough to tell me this is a really big thing for me- it tells me he trusts me and that if ever he needs to call me if he’s in trouble he’ll do just that.
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.