A few weeks ago, Esther and I and our oldest girls were in the South of France visiting a local market. At one of the market stands, some great, cheesy Euro 80’s pop music was blaring out of a little stereo. Of course, we launched straight into some rather impressive dance moves (if I may say so myself). The interesting thing was the children’s reaction: Violette, who is 4, joined us with great enthusiasm. Meanwhile Sara and Coco, 7 and 6, started cringing with embarrassment. And just like that, without realising it, Esther and I have moved into a new dimension of motherhood: we are now potentially embarrassing mothers. Up to now we could do no wrong; now we have become a occupational hazards.
I still remember this feeling of embarrassment vividly. I was embarrassed by my father’s favourite overcoat, by my mother’s French accent, and by numerous other ridiculous things. I also remember my parents noticing that I was embarrassed and being amused by this, which, at the time, I found very, very unfair. I never took into account that this would come full circle and I would become the object of embarrassment myself. And once the ball has started rolling, there is no turning back; it is now a slippery slope all the way toward the teenage years.
The hilarious thing is that I am reacting just as my parents did, as it is quite amusing seeing Coco cringe at my actions. It is certainly not going to stop me from playing air guitar in public whenever the opportunity arrises!
P.S. The photo above is of Coco doing some method acting of looking embarrassed for a very staged photo, in case you were wondering…
This is so funny! And interestingly… I’m not sure my 7-year-old son is yet at this stage. He still seems naively impressed with me, no matter how silly I am. I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before I am the most embarrassing mother in the world. (So sad!) xxx
I really don’t understand what was wrong with our moves — we were so cool! Kids just don’t get it. 😉 xxx
I know how you feel ! I always thought this won’t happen but it does, no matter how cool we think we are. My daughter is 11, so that tween transition ! My 6 year old son is completely oblivious – in his own Dr. Who world. Your post made me smile 🙂
Apparently I am so so embarassing! I say lots of silly things and do lots of daft things when a while ago it would have been lots of fun. My girls are 8 and 12 and it’s no fun at all when they don’t join in. I’m hoping they will grow up a bit and realise that life is short and being daft is good. Hoping….
hi Emilie, i subscribe to your babyccino posts and i just LOVE them but i haven’t commented yet (i think). still, this post made me all like “YES! YES! exactly!” 🙂 My first daughter Lila is 7 years old and I noticed that “MOM… PLEASE DON’T!” look a few times already. what a feeling! i still can’t get over those looks she gave me!
meanwhile Nina, who is 2, thinks that whatever i do, i do it right.