My daughter is just over 8 years old, not yet a tween, but not really a little girl either. She will enter the third grade in a matter of days, and we are both excited about the prospect. Until that point though, we are enjoying a relaxing few days pool side, running around town, seeing movies, and spending our time at home in our most comfy clothes. For her this means boxers... with or without a cami. For me, this is a wife beater shirt with boy shorts and no bra! I am truly living the life of leisure here and am enjoying every bit of it!
I wonder though if my days enjoying such leisure and comfort are numbered?
A friend of mine has a daughter who is entering seventh grade. She is thrilled about wearing "Junior" clothes, closes her door for privacy, and has entered an age that I remember well - the age where it is no longer cool to hang with your parents!
Okay, it can be okay to be with your parents, but sometimes your parents do things that absolutely, without question, annoy or embarrass you to death. The kind of embarrassment that only parents can provide by being themselves!
Oh... how I remember this age.
My friend actually asked his daughter if he did anything that she found to be annoying. Her answer, no... but it is only a matter of time I am sure. My parents never would have even considered doing that. They felt that my embarrassment was something for me to come to terms with. Which I, in time, did.
But I still remember the little things that annoyed me then. Like my mom running around in her under things! She also didn't close the bathroom door while showering. My parents refused to not come to football or basketball games when I was a cheerleader even though I really didn't want them there. Annoying!!
After talking to my friend, I realized that there is a strong possibility that I will soon be doing things that annoy my daughter.
Even though she already thinks that I think I am the funniest person in the world (which annoys her to no end), I am sure that she will become very aware of other things I do that will drive her crazy.
Will she suddenly decide that we have to shut all the shades in the house all, the, time so that people won't see in?
Will she declare that I can no longer break into song whenever the spirit moves me?
Or will she, and this I fear the most, decide that I embarrass her when I run around the house in my t-shirt and boy shorts during the summer months!
A few weeks ago, on one of our hottest summer days, she asked "Why don't you wear your hipsters and your t-shirt anymore?"
I looked at her and then looked down at my bottoms...
"Oh," she said and happily skipped away.
perhaps I have nothing to worry about. Perhaps my running around, shades, up, breaking into song, wearing next to nothing is just a normal day in her world.