My mom slapped me and called me a liar the first time she found out I was smoking. I was seventeen, and that was a different kind of leaf, though.
I picked up cigarette smoking around the same time, and for some reason... (Gee, I wonder why?), I never felt compelled to share that with my folks. They did find out in time, however, but it was never a topic of much discussion, just the periodic "You stink!" or "Those cigarettes are going to kill you!" comments.
I don't even remember when, or how I came to tell them I smoke a pipe.
Nearly a decade later, they have started to show some support for my piping. My mom suggested to an Aunt of mine, that she buy me a pipe for our Christmas gift exchange, and my dad bought me a pipe rack. I think the coolest thing though, and something that I will probably always remember, is when my dad, needing help with some kind of task, asked me, in a way that showed that he not only loves me as a son, but respects me as a man: "Will you come help me with this when you're done with that pipe?"
I picked up cigarette smoking around the same time, and for some reason... (Gee, I wonder why?), I never felt compelled to share that with my folks. They did find out in time, however, but it was never a topic of much discussion, just the periodic "You stink!" or "Those cigarettes are going to kill you!" comments.
I don't even remember when, or how I came to tell them I smoke a pipe.
Nearly a decade later, they have started to show some support for my piping. My mom suggested to an Aunt of mine, that she buy me a pipe for our Christmas gift exchange, and my dad bought me a pipe rack. I think the coolest thing though, and something that I will probably always remember, is when my dad, needing help with some kind of task, asked me, in a way that showed that he not only loves me as a son, but respects me as a man: "Will you come help me with this when you're done with that pipe?"