It’s happened. Other than being a human vending machine, my tween kids find me pretty much uncool.
I knew it was only a matter of time. I had been warned by the moms who had paved the way before me, but secretly hoped I would be exempt. Still, nothing quite prepares you for it until it actually happens to you. My kids are officially embarrassed of me.
I remember the days of clingy children, when no one else but mom could soothe the anxious soul. Not so much anymore. A text message from a bestie works just fine.
On the rare occasion I have to physically enter my kid’s educational institution (a tragedy in their sweet minds),
I am given the following instructions:
Do not say anything to anyone.
Do not make eye contact.
Do not speak to my teacher.
Do not try to hug or kiss me.
Do not introduce yourself to the class.
Do not bring my lunch in late …