Sunday, May 6, 2007

embarrassing our children

Joe-Henry has entered the age, too early, I think, where I embarrass him. I remember being embarrassed about my parents much, much later. Junior high, maybe even highschool. But apparently it starts earlier now. Like puberty, I guess. Our neighbor boy was having kind of an all weekend birthday party with his buddies. He turned ten, and they were all running around playing war (I know, I know), and Joe-Henry beeeeegggggged me to let him go over there. But here's the thing. He wasn't invited. I let him take over his present, after he basically walked out the door with it when I was in the bathroom, and the boy was very nice about it, and he even let Joe-Henry play for five minutes. I plan on talking to his mom tomorrow and apologizing for JH trying to crash the party.

The thing is, when I called him home, he was so mortified. Like he wanted these kids to know that he lives over here by himself, eating whipped cream out of a can and staying up 'til 10:00 p.m. watching tivo'd Noggin shows. It's not like I said, "Hey, Junior Baby, come home! It's time to nurse!" I just reminded him that his five minutes were up, and I had some things for him to do. I didn't really, but I thought I'd help him save face a bit with an excuse. Honestly, I just didn't want him crashing the party. Because the boy next door is an older boy, and it's important not to have to entertain a six year old at your own party. Anyway, Joe-Henry was rolling his eyes like a professional teenager, and at one point he called me "Polka Dot Mom Face!" As you can tell, he was really mad. It was so hard not to smile. But I didn't dare, because he was so mad, and soooo soooo serious.

He was also embarrassed by me when I tried to horn in on his action with our houseguest, D, and also tonight, his cousin Heather. She's in her mid-twenties, and he adores her, and it seemed that every time I opened my mouth to say any motherly thing, like "eat your dinner" and the always popular "time for your bath", I got some serious stinkeye.

What's it going to be like when I ACTUALLY become an embarrassment? When he's in Jr. High and High School and I hear a song I like at the grocery store and sing along out loud and dance down the aisle; or try to talk to his friends in hip kid lingo; or talk about the penis surgery he had as a baby to his first girlfriend? Oh, the plans I have.

We're having a playdate tomorrow with a boy from his class, and I'm looking forward to him acting his age. If he acts like my little boy again, I promise to go light on the mortification.

4 comments:

Tracey R. said...

Oh, this made me giggle! The part about staying up watching tivoed Noggin shows was lol-worthy. heehee

Lolabola said...

I can't wait until you're singing and dancing in the grocery store. It's so great to be on the other side of that kind of embarrassment. I have a friend who breaks out her hip hop moves in front of her kids friends. The "running man" in particular had me rolling on the floor in convulsions.

anniemcq said...

I'd try the hip-hop, but I'm afraid I'd hurt myself. I am an older mom, you know!

Lolabola said...

hahahaha! so is she! that's why it's so bad and therefore so good.