When did I become “uncool”? When exactly did Brian reach boyhood, the stage between child and adult?
I think we parents are notified of these amazingly irritating, trans-formative times when we are handed our new room with a view by our kids.
Submitted for your review, my view of the Scandia parking lot while I wait for Brian to come out from a pre-teen birthday party on Sunday.
You see, I wasn’t allowed to go inside to get him – THAT – oh dear God no – would be too embarrassing, so I was asked in a begging, pleading tone by my son to please just pick him up in the parking lot.
It was when I was sitting in the parking lot for 20 minutes, without a book – or a newspaper, in such sheer, utter boredom that I realized I had better get used to this new view. It dawned on me that my son has entered the my parents are sometimes cool, but mostly embarrassing years.
(Sigh) It’s official: I’ve become my mother.
I am beginning to see why parents are happy when their children get licenses. They no longer have to share this view.
Brian will be 16 in four years, which means that I have 4 more years of these types of views.
Screaming and shaking her head no, Catherine has run away.
Until next time-
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