I remember being WAY too cool in junior high and having my mom drop my friends and I off far away from the movie theater entrance. GOD FORBID anyone see my mom!
I thought I had YEARS before my kids would be embarrassed of me. WRONG! My oldest is easily embarrassed by me and I'm already so sorry for her. I live out loud and am shameless at times. It's just me and I usually don't even know that I'm doing it.
What's wrong with screaming the lyrics to every Hannah Montana song in the car if I know them? Even if her buddies are with her? Totally acceptable.
What's wrong with picking her up after school in the gym and jumping through the door with my arms in the air? I didn't scream, "Ta dah!"
Here's the icing on the cake. We were recently at a family wedding and my niece and my kids wanted to dance but didn't want to hit the dance floor alone. Vicky suggested that I go out with the kids and I gladly accepted. It didn't take me long to get my groove on and showcase my brilliant moves. I will add that Vicky was in awe of my moves and wished she too could dance like me. REALLY? Like who doesn't? The next thing I know is that Molly is off the floor and crying. WOOPS! A little too much.
Since this happened I've thought a lot about my personality and how it will effect my children. I could be really compassionate and tone it down or I could try to teach them to accept me for who I am. If I could quote Del Griffin from Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, I'd say, "I like me."
My daughters will be living out one of their dreams in a couple weekends. They will be flower girls in a wedding. I will be at the reception. I have one piece of advice for my children. Bring your tissues, ladies.
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