How To Get A View Of The Parking Lot
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.
ME?
(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-
C
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But it’s your job mom!
That’s why God invented satellite radio.
Actually, that view looks so sterile… I can imagine you going crazy there after a while and thinking you’re in a Grand Theft Auto game. Don’t take a baseball bat with you.
Sorry you’re not hip anymore, by the way. Speaking of horror movies, did you see “Thirteen”?
LOL people in the sun … your comments are funnier than my post!
Thanks.
Catherine
Catherine, that is absolutely hysterical! And depressing. I have only about 5 more years before I too become uncool. I will definately keep reading material in my purse at all times!
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You go Brian
It reminds me of a scene in HBO’s “Big Love” last week, when Margie was sitting outside Barb’s family event, and she tells Nikki that she’s “Trapped in the car, Like a dog!”
SA
I’m thinking it’s time to stash some magazines and a novel or two in the car . . . just in case. Grapes of Wrath is one of my favorite.
Hang in there!
Brenda – I think it is payback for when I hated it when my parents used to sneak into the coffee shop at the ice arena to watch us skate. Someone would inevitably discover them and skate up saying, Uh, your parents are here.” and I would go hide in the bathroom. Thanks for your post – it was a nice surprise – I bet you remember my parents doing that!
Sarcasm … trapped in the car like a dog … that is perfect – exactly how it felt. I wonder if I had the same sad, longing face…
Swirling … I usually do, but I just cleaned out my car. Silly me, thinking if I had to wait in the car, he’d hurry out… what was I thinking???
Thank you all for your great comments.
Catherine
Hi Catherine: First time I’m here.Thanks for dropping by eatyourmaths just now, I hope you have had fun.
I think now is the most crucial stage of taking care of your child- he is somehow nowhere here nor there.You go, with your humour and your posts! Loved these posts, make me relate so much to my life.
Thanks for the post, you go!