Granted, I don't feel I have done my job as a parent if I haven't embarrassed at least one child every day, but really, it can be brutal on your self-esteem to have your VERY BEING squashed by those little pishers.
So imagine my surprise and delight to find Danni, one of my colleagues, who is not quite a year older than Drummer Man.
And who finds me cool.
I talk about the Roo-girl and all my efforts for the cheer team on her behalf.
"Coolest mom ever," whispers Danni.
"How do you make Lady Gaga cry," I ask all my co-workers. "Poke 'er face ..."
"Coolest mom EVER," Danni says to no one in particular.
My phone rings. It's Wonderhubby. This is his ringtone.
"COOLEST MOM EVER," crows Danni.
I usually shrug and laugh. It just tickles me that this 20something finds me a cool mom.
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During my staycation last week, I had lunch with an old newspaper colleague -- actually a longstanding friend of almost 30 years. The girlfriend who made this.
I told my friend about being the named the coolest mom ever. As the mother of a 17-year-old know-it-all daughter, she could definitely relate, and we laughed about how clever we are when we embarrass our girls.
She asked about my family -- about my mom. We talked about how active my parents are, how they are going to be 80 next year, and about the pole-dancing grandma and her CFM shoes.
She laughed as I recounted the horror of my siblings and my children over the shoes and the g-string.
And then she grinned at me.
"Coolest mom ever," she said.