it begins

I thought I would have more time. I mean, I know it is an inevitable fact of motherhood that at some point my children will find me embarrassing. They will roll their eyes and say, "Mom! Ugh." They will walk ten feet behind me at the mall or ask me to drop them off half-way down the block. There won't be any more good-bye kisses when I drop them off at school. I understand how it works. Even if I am the most on-trend mom in the world, at some point my kids will look at me like I'm the walking plague. But I really did think I had a couple of years left. Then, this past Friday, I was doing some work on the computer and Jem was standing next to me waiting to play a game and he says, "Mom. You're so embarrassing."
What?! First of all, where did my kid pick that up? Secondly, how am I embarrassing him by working on the computer? When I asked him to clarify he told me that I was going so slow. At least he didn't say that my hair was weird or my outfit was dorky.
I'm pretty sure he doesn't fully understand the concept of being embarrassed. My grandma nicknamed me Boo when I was little and my mom would sometimes lengthen it and call me Boobie. Yep. Try being called Boobie in front of your friends when you are thirteen. Now that is embarrassing.
Maybe I'm looking at this the wrong way though. Since I know it is inevitable, maybe I can have a little fun with it. I can buy some mom jeans and call them silly nicknames and leave red lipstick marks on their cheeks. This could actually be a lot of fun.

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