I knew this day was coming. One day my little girl who used to look up at me with such admiration and awe would see me an roll her eyes and be mortified. What I DIDN'T know was that I would become this giant loser by the time she was only 8.
Lucky for me there are still glimmers of her being impressed by me. Like when the girls in her 3rd grade class begged her to have me (ME!!) be a chaperone on a field trip because I look like a COOL mom and have pink hair. (I'm COOL, people!)
But then the next day as I pull up to the curb in front of the school with the radio blasting and I'm belting out the lyrics enthusiastically she suddenly finds me horrifyingly embarrassing. I totally don't get it. Maybe it was the bright yellow and green St. Patricks Day pajamas I was still sporting?
So I am resigned to the idea that I have entered full time dorkdome in the eyes of my pre-pre-teen. So I might as well embrace it. My ideas include but are not limited to:
1. Dancing disco as I blare Justin Bieber in my car when I pick her up from school and shouting - "I've got the Bieber Fever!" Maybe I can get a bumper sticker too....
2. As she leaves for school I can ask her, loudly, if she remembered to put on clean underwear?
3. While talking with her friends I can play with her hair and ask her if she'd like pigtails again like she wore on Saturday and I can put big pink bows in it too!
4. Wear nothing but bunny slippers and duckie pajamas whenever her friends are around.
Hmmmm...any other juicy ideas out there?
Now take a look at these...really...embarrassing is in the genes.