I’m pretty well versed when it comes to the currently very trendy world of “Gratitude.” And while it’s a theme as old as time it is, indeed, a trend going on now. Which is a good thing. I’m actually really grateful for it. Haha. The current media is swirling with phrases and people like:
On Valentine’s day I wore my heart socks which I have worn every Valentine’s day for the past five years. There’s a hole in the big toe now. This is the sort of thing you do as middle age approaches. Wear heart socks on Valentine’s day.
But it’s the kind of thing I thought Roan would like. I showed up at his kindergarten class just in time to witness the kids handing out their valentines to each other, of course, wearing my festive socks.
Roan kept glancing at me and my socks but never said anything.
So when we got in the car I asked, “Don’t you like my valentine’s socks?”
To which he replied, slowly, “Ummm, I don’t know. I guess…”
I was shocked. Roan, and kids in general, usually LOVE any tip of the hat to a holiday.
"Really? You don’t like them?" I prodded.
"Well," he said, "I mean, you look like a … Lady."
"I AM a lady." I said.
"That’s not the type of lady I mean Mama. Like, you know a LAaaaaadddddyyy."
What the heck was going on? I was so confused.
And then he said, “I mean, you look… Sexy.”
Ahhh! Sexy!? How does he even know what that IS??? How does he even know that word?
But always keeping the communication open I replied, “Well, I am a lady, and maybe to Daddy I am sexy. But maybe it’s not appropriate for your school.”
And he says, “It really is not Mama.”
I guess the calf length boots with a heel I was wearing over the socks were a little too “suggestive” for my 5 year old. And perhaps my shorter than usual skirt was problematic. Mom was showing too much leg. Mom should be in a utilitarian uniform at all times showing no leg.
All the sudden I became the mom who was trying to look sexy at his kid’s school. YIKES! And here I thought I was being appropriately festive.
Next year I’ll wear a big baggy pink sweatshirt and heart patterned loose fitting sweats.
Last week I started thinking perhaps I was a bad mother because I take Roan to the dog park more than a traditional kid park. (Granted, there IS a playground in the corner of the dog park…) Ned is indeed my child #2 but why should my human child #1 be expected to socialize with a gaggle of little dogs on a daily basis?
But no sooner do I start doubting myself than Roan is treated to the ride of his life aboard a mini boogie board pulled by one of Hollywood’s top Stunt Men. I don’t think Roan’s complaining…
Earlier this week I had to bring Roan with me to a commercial audition. It was at 5 pm which meant we had to drive through Hollywood in traffic and I was just NOT feeling it. First of all, it was for a product I wasn’t super “pumped” about representing.
There is a pretty park that is often frequented by Russian kids. A few weeks ago Roan met a couple Russian kids who wanted to play “Spy” which took on a whole new seriousness and theatricality listening to these little kids playing Spy with their thick accents.
Yesterday though, it was an older Russian Nanny we met. And the conversation went something like this:
The other night Roan didn’t want to read one of the many bedtime books in his arsenal. Instead he had asked Steve if he could look at our Wedding Album. “Why are you bringing our wedding album to bed?” I asked Steve, thinking perhaps he wanted to relive our vows or some weird thing.