Harvest Gold Ford Pinto. Brown Ford Maverick. Red Dodge Ustom Cab (the first letter “C” had fallen off the emblem and it was hanging there, not unlike a dangling participle.) I pretended it was really the “Lil Red Express” style instead….A girl could dream right??
My mom dropped me off at school in these vehicles. I thought I might die. Then once we left our Pinto at a parking lot in town for a couple of days in the summer. We came back and it had been “egged.” In 100 degree temps. Again, I thought I would die of complete and utter embarrassment.
On that note, I would love to have a mustard Pinto right this very moment to drop my kids off and holler out the window…. “BYE KIDS! MOMMA LOVES YOU!” Then I would honk really loud and squeal my tires.
Why you ask? Because. Just because it is fun to embarrass and harass the kids. This morning I dropped off the two older kids at the bus stop. Their little “friends” all gather there, 7th and 8th graders. You know…the “cool” age. The age of embarrassment. The age where you dare not be seen with your parents. On this particular morning I took another way to turn around where I had to go down the road and come back by them . There was a garage sale down the road and I wanted to see if it was worth coming back to after I actually got dressed. So I did, and it was, but I had to go back home, thus driving by them again. I was in my fluffy sleep pants with clouds on them, an old t-shirt with holes, my hair not brushed and my glasses on. Good thing I wasn’t in a Dodge “Ustom” Cab or it really would have been serious business.
So, I swing back by the kids, and as I am living and breathing, the “boy” pretended he didn’t know who I was when I waved to him!! He looked ever so slightly out the corner of his eye and then looked away. HE LOOKED AWAY!!!! The nerve! I mean…what about me, in my fluffy pj pants embarrassed him? Was it my coffee breath? Was it my puffy eyes? Could it have been my choice not to wear underclothes to take him to the bus stop??
And so I got to thinking….why was I embarrassed about my friends seeing my mom? I would go so far as to tell her to pull down the street, not right in front of the school, so I could walk back. She just went ahead and pulled right up front. By the main walk-way. Where all the kids gathered. And honked. And waved. In her pj’s. And I would pretend I didn’t see her.
It wasn’t the just the car. It wasn’t just the “morning” look. It was that it was mom. And when you are in Jr. High, its socially unacceptable to be seen with your mom. To even like your mom for that matter. Which is ridiculous. But it’s true. So now I get it. I see the “boy” mostly doing this with me. Should I wave and honk next time? Or should I spare him….
I’m going with the honk. I may even holler out the window! In fact, I may even wear my robe next time. Hey, at least I’m not driving a Pinto or a Maverick. But I wish I were.