This is something that I can’t fathom doing. I can see my husband having a beer with our boys when they’re 20, or a glass of wine now and then, but nothing more than that.
I do know someone very well whose parents drank and smoked pot with him—my husband. He had the parents who hosted keg parties. Once my husband was arrested, as a teen, for providing alcohol to a minor. Someone had gotten busted after the party at his house and named him as the source of the alcohol. He didn’t even know there was a warrant for his arrest until he was pulled over and cuffed. He’s still annoyed about it to this day because he didn’t even want to have that party. My in-laws felt that hosting the party gave them the ability to monitor what the kids were doing and make sure they were safe. They have that, “Well, they’re going to do it anyway so we might as well let them do it where we can keep an eye on them” attitude.
As for the pot, that’s another story they all laugh about. It is funny the way they tell it, but again—NOT something I would ever do. My in-laws suspected my husband (I think he was 16 or 17 at the time) was smoking pot and they confronted him about it. He said, “Yeah, I’ve been smoking.” He then asked them if they ever smoked, and somehow got them laughing about some past memories. Then he said, “Hey, I have some upstairs. Want me to go get it?” The three of them ended up getting stoned together. My husband’s sister walked in with her new boyfriend and was horrified. She then got even more pissed when the boyfriend joined in the party. I don’t know what they were thinking.
As for the effects of it, that’s hard to say. My husband went through a time period where all he did was party. He went to college for about two weeks, dropped out, and proceeded to do nothing but drink and get high for a few years. If that period of his life had been a TV movie, he would have died at the end. He tried every kind of drug you can try, I guess, except things that are injected. He mixed pills and drank a lot. He was living far from home, and one day got arrested again. He had to spend the night in jail, and that experience made him look at his life and decide he didn’t want to be on that path anymore. He finished out his probation, went home, got a full-time job, went back to school, and then lucky bastard met me. He hasn’t done drugs since, and only drinks in moderation. He has a successful business and works harder than anyone I know. A lot of his friends from that time in his life are also now clean, sober, and successful. As far as I know, none of them had parents who drank or did drugs with them, and yet they all ended up doing the same things.
His parents are still wackos though. Lovable wackos, but I can tell you right now that when we wrote a will we did not name them as guardians of our children.