I think we’re fighting a losing battle here.
Saturday night had the makings of a cool night. We’d just had a good worship service at church and I met up with some college friends. We met up at 8:30! That’s like late-night partaying these days. The boy was asleep at home, so unfortunately, Cool Mum wasn’t there.
We converged at our friend’s brother’s house and he wasn’t home, so we had an empty house in which to partay. We ordered pizza and had caffeinated beverages in the fridge. The roof, the roof, the roof may have started smoking from this hot partay.
But when we sat down to pizza, reality busted in.
We used to scream our heads off at football games together. We used to stay up all hours playing video games. We used to talk about sports and dating and the funny things we saw on campus that day.
Now when we got excited talking about how you can mix Vicks Vap-o-Rub into a humidifier for a stuffed-up baby, it hit us. We’re grown-ups. A moment of silence passed and whatever smoldering the roof was doing went cold. Then we went on about career plans, foreign missions, and more kid stuff.
I was going to make some sarcastic, self-deprecating points about how uncool we are now and how it’s a losing battle, but I don’t feel like it now. Because it was fun and encouraging and just plain heart-warming to be with good friends sharing life together.
We’re changing, but that’s not a bad thing. We’re redefining cool. And with every increasingly-stinky poo diaper we change and sticky booger we pick out of the boy’s nose, that definition changes just a little bit.
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Wow….I totally understand how you feel! Me and my husband had some company not too long ago and somehow we ended up on the topic of trying to pick our wee one’s nose so that he wouldn’t make a fuss. The only problem was our friends don’t have any kids yet and they just stared at us. We just cut the conversation short by saying, “One day you’ll understand.”
Ha! I imagine that conversation got one-sided pretty quickly. I’m not sure I even remember how I would’ve reacted to such talk before we had our little guy.
That’s just a straight-up gangsta post..
BTW, I have no idea what it means, i just felt like saying it. Really loved this post, though.
thanks Clayton – i have no idea what that means, too, but it sounds edgy and cool!
I am going to ad your blog to my reccommended sites…hope you don’t mind, I do enjoy your humor…and I too am fighting the “cool fight”. 3 kids later, we have had to redefine “cool.” here! here!
autumn
a.k.a. hipmamaforever.blogspot.com
thanks autumn! please come around often
But then it all turns around again. My kids are 11 and almost 14 (she’d kill me if i said 13) and Hot Dad and I ( can I call him hot dad? I mean, Cool Dad is already taken.) Wait, no. That would be make me Hot Mom…and. well. that’s just wrong.
Anyways, you get some sort of a resemblance to normal discussions back. But just slightly. Instead of snotty noses and red dye #40 your discussion turns to your preteens pit odor, the love letter you “found” in their backpack and hoping they don’t “hear you” in the next room =o
But I’d much rather be talking about my kids while we’re all still young than talking about our hip replacements and med alert bracelets when our kiddos are all grown and gone…
thanks for the heads-up, tam! life just gets more and more interesting