Driving home from football practice last night with my 11-year old son was a moment to which Id given careful consideration. I had similar moments throughout the years with his older sister when Ive had to deliver news that kills a little bit of childhood innocence but I knew I had to talk to my son since the story is every where in the news. Penn State. Joe Paterno. Sex scandal.
Im fairly certain that Im not alone with having grumpy kids who refuse to get out of bed in the morning. Or who finds herself with a houseful of stress or tension. Or who needs to rally the troops for a trip to the grocery store. I also think it is safe to assume that I am not the only one deciding at 3pm if coffee or Diet Coke sounds better.
Be warned. There is going to come a day in your parenting career when you will open your mouth to give advice to your kids and nothing will come out. The lack of words is usually because you arent sure what to say or you simply dont want to say it.
My girlfriend sent me a message on Facebook: “I cant believe you let Katie get a tattoo!” My friend has small kids all under the age of 10, so I understood her shock. My reply was simple: I didnt let her. I didnt even approvebut I did support her. Rules change when your kids turn 18.
Im having one of those beat-yourself-up mom moments. No, not the oh, dont be so hard on yourself kind but a real, honest I really screwed up on this moment, and Im not too proud to admit to my mistake.
While at the gym yesterday, one of the Pussycat Dolls songs came on my iPod. My teenage daughter keeps me hip by adding songs I normally wouldnt choose, and as I listened to When I Grow Up, I realized how becoming famous is replacing so many other goals for kids. When I grow up I wanna be famous I wanna be a star I wanna be in movies When I grow up I wanna see the world Drive nice cars I wanna have groupies