When It's Uncool to Have Parents
I did something really terrible yesterday.
Well, terrible in a funny way.
I had to visit my daughter's middle school to pick up paperwork.
As I entered the building, I spotted my daughter at lunch with her friends.
I paused and waved, assuming my daughter would be just as excited to see me unexpectedly as I was to see her.
The wave she replied with said otherwise.
It was a wave that screamed, "really mom, you are here and you are waving to me? excuse me while I hide under this table."
I guess I forgot ,for a moment, how uncool it is to actually have parents when you are in the 8th grade.
I too, had this issue as a young girl. I used to plead to my Dad to drop me off a few hundred yards before the school door, and please if you must escort me in, do it without the plaid blazer.
I'm not sure exactly what age it becomes uncool to have parents, but it hangs around for a while.
And sometimes I forget and wave to my chidlren when they are busy trying to be cool and parent-less with their friends.