Hi
cm --
I don't have teenagers but I certainly was one! That is such a hard time because you make childish mistakes but have adult emotions (and often consequences) around them.
My opinion here is that he is admirable for wanting to set things straight and make amends to his friend. The fact is, everyone makes mistakes as part of being human, and we are not really judged as much for the mistakes as we are for what we do about or after them. And paying back the money, along with a sincere apology for violating the trust in a friendship, should go a long way toward making your son feel better.
Whether the other kid has the ability to look at his own behaviour and realize that he has probably stolen a thing or two in his life, and can therefore understand and forgive your son, is just out of your hands. But it will be a lesson for your son at least -- later in his life he may be able to look at this incident from the other position and offer forgiveness to someone else.
The other issues you all face are how to regard the stealing and the pot-smoking. I know when I stole as a child and into young adulthood it was certainly not out of material need -- I was well provided for by my family. It was much more connected to a sense of being "less-than" others around me -- that they had more, or somehow *were* more (happier, smarter, better, etc.) than I felt. When I stole money from my parents to buy things I wanted in excess of what I was given, or when I stole those things directly from merchants, it wasn't because I needed a new pair of pants -- it was because other friends had those things and I felt, again, left out and as if what I had was not enough, good enough, etc. Let me stress again that I was very well provided for -- this stuff was a real fiction in my head -- that I could be more a "part of" my group of friends by acquiring the outside trappings and looking like them (when I pretty much already did!). I just wanted out of my skin, basically.
It was largely the same way with my early drinking and pot-smoking (the same age or earlier as your son -- 15-16). Doing those things made me feel part of the group, and it was certainly not peer pressure -- i.e. my friends never said to me, "We'll ostracize you and call you a loser if you don't take the bong hit/drink the beer." It was the more powerful internal pressure of that less-than, never feeling enough inclusion, etc. that kept me doing that stuff. On the outside you never would have thought I was so insecure on the inside, but I really was. There was such a disconnect between the way I felt and the way I seemed from the outside.
My husband truly did lead a life of want and need in the sense that he had many brothers and sisters and little money to go around -- i.e. he remembers going to school hungry, having no sufficient coat to wear in the winter, etc. He found a couple of fringe kids in high school and they smoked pot -- sort of the same thing -- "We are kind of different so we'll be really different... ." But again, the same feeling prevailed for him -- not having enough, not being part of, not being good enough somehow. Other kids actually teasing him for having cheap clothes, etc. So a slightly different situation than mine, but still one where he had the same feelings I did.
He would, at 18, break into and rob a neighbor's house while on drugs -- by that time the pot had led to much harder stuff -- and get caught. He faced felony charges that, while he received a misdemeanor in the end, still remain on his record -- I think kids, especially kids on drugs, have that sense that they won't get caught and just don't think about consequences, but they can really creep up on you, or jump out at you when you're out of it on PCP in the form of police officers handcuffing you. He would spend a month in jail during Christmas break his first year in college, by the way. That did not stop him, either. When he went to college he began growing and selling pot and got really into LSD and that whole crowd.
What became the solution for both of us many years later was drinking that led us to the point of desperation to get into recovery and learn about those feelings of less-than, not-good-enough, etc. as symptoms of a spiritual malady. In other words, no money, possessions, drugs, alcohol, academic or professional success, cleansing and healing -- anything, really -- can fill up, and that those things will never be enough to make us feel OK and to stop those feelings. My parents spent a lot of money on child psychiatrists and therapists, etc. -- none of whom was ever going to tell me to get out of my own head and help me see that the cure to feelings of low self-esteem, for instance, is to perform estimable acts! Or that the solution to feelings of restlessness, irritability, and discontent (what we say are the "symptoms" of a spiritual malady, but which also look an awful lot like the nature of an adolescent) was not to examine my feelings and see where they came from, but to learn how to make real connections to others through service. Or that feelings of worthlessness or a sense of confusion and lack of purpose did not mean that the world around me was wrong, but that I needed to learn how to better fit into it. Doctors and therapists will not tell you that stuff because it's not the way they are trained to look at things. Parents are often so frustrated by their kids' behavior (as mine and my husband's were) that they feel helpless and desperate, and get angry as a result, which sets up that parent vs. teenager dynamic which can ruin a parent's chance to be helpful, even though their intentions and hopes are motivated by love.
The thing I really liked doing and where I felt OK about what I was doing in high school was participating in the volunteer program our school did. In retrospect, I would realize that such an experience got me out of my head, made me feel of service to others, and therefore gave me a sense of purpose and worthiness and self-esteem (because I was taking estimable action). That's still my solution these days -- when I feel like crap, less-than, overwhelmed by my situation, kids, etc. -- plugging in to some sort of service always gets me out of the dangerous neighborhood that is my head, and connected to the world around me rather than feeling isolated from it.
My strong recommendation is that you all look for an Al-a-Teen or young peoples' recovery group, or a Families Anonymous, in your area and ask your son to go. I'm involved with a group here in Richmond that a lot of young people attend and from their stories and my own experience I can tell you that the kids who get into recovery early get really happy really quick. Others have to go get knocked around a little bit and make it in later. There are certainly more who never get into recovery at all and who are out there feeding whatever it is that makes them feel OK -- i.e. the new car, the bigger house, the drug addiction, the next husband or wife, the better job.
Too often the parents will wonder over and over again what they did or didn't do properly, when, if the child has those feelings that "something" (this money, that pot, etc.) will make them "OK," it's not as much about the parents (although the mother-in-law sounds sort of ill, and it sounds like your husband was strongly affected by that) as it is about the child's need for real tools that will make him or her OK no matter what.
THe way I see it now is that your boy has this innate ability to come to you for guidance and help, and that he wants to do the right thing, and that maybe he would be open to considering a different way of life than he is leading or has begun to lead now. But that he does not feel good in general, and that maybe he would be open to learning from the experience, strength and hope from his peers or others. He sounds like a fundamentally good kid who is probably pretty perplexed himself as to why he is doing this stuff, and my experience is that recovery really teaches you how to feel OK and tap in to that goodness that I believe really does exist in all kids! I just began going to Al-Anon, which I recommend to you.
Hope this is helpful, and appreciate what others have written too --
Laura