Limited appeal…

As Cheyenne has gotten older my role in her life has changed.  At the age of 12 my role seems to be to serve as a never-ending embarrassment to my child.  I accomplish this role quite easily – often all it necessitates is being within her general vicinity in public when her friends or other non-related folks are around.  Of course the embarrassment scale is a sliding one and opening my mouth and attempting to be funny or clever increases the embarrassment factor exponentially.   

I have grown accustomed to this role.  Indeed, with three grown children I have perfected this role.  Heck, I have seven Academy Awards in the Most Embarrassing Mom Moment category. Truth be told, I could play the role in my sleep. 

There has been a slight change though over the years in the actualization of the role.  Now with social media generally and my blog in particular I can be an embarrassment without physically being present.  This has chagrined the older children.  The threats of being placed in a home have become more frequent since I have felt liberated by Facebook to say whatever I please.  When you add the “stuff” I write about in my blog the children’s talk of my very own white jacket with straps seems to be a daily occurrence.

I often speak of Cheyenne in my blog.  She is, after all, the last child (and God – please note that I am not seeking to tempt fate – I think four children are enough – I do not need to experience parenting again as the oldest mother of all time).  I have come to realize that the parenting of the last child is somewhat more salient.  I now know the general evolution process and am acutely aware of the penchant of time to fly by while you are attending to other things.  So I tend to marvel at, and linger in, the moments I have with Cheyenne and those moments are important enough to me that I tend to write about them in my blog. 

Typically, Cheyenne likes being mentioned in my blog because she figures no one she knows reads it.  Alas, there are occasions when I write about Cheyenne in relation to identifiable others in her life (a.k.a. friends or teachers) and when I do so I send them the link to the blog entry.  Herein is where it tends to get interesting.  Cheyenne reacts with absolute horror when I tell her I have written such a blog and laments that I am the MOST embarrassing parent in the world – that is until she sees the person that is named and they respond positively to the blog.  Then suddenly, as if the earth has shifted on its axis, I start to have some limited appeal as a human being and the blog entry is actually a good thing. 

Of course I tend to bask in the glow of my moment of limited appeal by following up with a funny or clever comment in public in front of non-related people and I end up right back where I started.  Yes indeed, I do believe I have at least one or two more Academy Awards in my future. 😉

Day seven hundred and eighty-five of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

About Ms. C

I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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