Once upon a time, a fleeting moment in time, I was cool.......
possibly only to my children, but cool nevertheless.
Somehow, someway, without my knowledge or permission, I have lost my cool.
It is official- my son, at a mere 4 years and 9 months, no longer finds me "cool."
Isn't that only supposed to happen when he is a teenager?
Our vacation was full of people that are apparently much cooler than I.
Aren't your kids supposed to think that their extended relatives at reunions are weird while you are trying to convince them otherwise? There wasn't even a moment of question for my son. From the get-go, all of these people were apparently much cooler than his mother.
How dare I hold his hand while walking around at the family reunion?
How could I even imagine he sit with me instead of "the boys" at dinner?
At least kids still turn to their mothers in time of need right? HA! The boy received a horrific scratch from the teeth of a terrifying mongrel, (AKA: the cousin's cute little dog may have barely grazed the skin after being slightly provoked by slightly hyper children), I wasn't even cool enough for comfort.
Even with this blood sucking leach attached to his foot, I still wasn't quite cool enough to solve the problem.......
I wasn't cool enough to get to hear about this amazing race to catch a calf at the local rodeo.
I wasn't cool enough to go fishing. Boys only of course.
Ironically though, I was considered cool enough to solve the stench problem this little trophy caused in our ice chest.......... funny how that works.
Today, being Monday, and me, having designated Mondays as "Thankful Days" here at the Ponytail Challenge, I must humble myself to be a little grateful for something.
I am very grateful that my 2-year-old still thinks I'm cool.
Sweetie- I still think you are cool too, and as long as you promise to keep thinking that I am, I will keep letting you eat licorice before breakfast.
What are you thankful for today?
Oh- and does anyone know how I can get my cool back?
