While everyone was getting ready for school this morning, my 8 year old handed me one of her little plastic bracelets and told me to wear it. “All the cool people wear these, ” she said. I asked her if that made me a cool mom. She said “Yes!”
About 30 minutes later as we were driving to school, my 10 year old said something to which I replied, “TMI.” (Too much information.) She rolled her eyes at me and said, “You can’t say that… you aren’t cool.”
Dagger to my heart!
Apparently, while my 8 year old thinks I’m cool…. the 10 year old does not. Something must have happened during year 9 that turned the tide out of my favor. I don’t get it. I know most of the words to all their teeny-bopper songs. I know the cool lingo… TMI, OMG, KK. I don’t dress like an old lady - definitely don’t own a pair of mom jeans. I wouldn’t wear jeggings if you paid me, although I find the regular leggings quite comfy (and always wear a shirt long enough so my ass isn’t visible.) I’m taking my kids to see Breaking Dawn and last week I took them to Disney Animation to see Wreck-it-Ralph. I’m a renaissance woman. I’m cool.
Except when I’m not. What makes me un-cool is a simple fact: I’m their mother. Mom’s are only supposed to be cool enough to not bring embarrassment upon their children. They aren’t supposed to be so cool to where they are on an even plane with them. I know… my kids want a Mom, not a friend. I’m good with that. I’m just not quite ready to give up all of my coolness yet.
Su says
haha - really enjoyed this personal post. They’ll realize how cool their mom was when they look back and remember that you took them to see “Breaking Dawn” and was there for them for all those kick ass moments. You’re cool in my book 😉
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Aw! I still think you are cool! And yes a year or two makes a lot of difference in opinions. My kids still think I’m cool when I dance with them, I know soon my daughter will ask me not to gangnam style dance with her anymore… 😉
awwww I wonder if there is a magical age that you’ve captured where that transition happen. But you are always cool to us!!
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I think that magic age is some time in the late teens/early twenties; although I do remember (regretfully) how my mom came in one day and said she wanted to be my “friend,” and me in full-blown teen aged sarcasm said “you can’t be my friend, you’re my mother!”
Oh the things we say in our youth…..
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