I'm actually surprised this scenario hasn't happened sooner. At least to my knowledge.
I guess the delay stems from my deep desire to not bring attention to myself. (Actually, I secretly like attention, but only if it's positive. You know, the isn't she cute/smart/funny, or boy I wish I could be more like her, kind of attention. It's the negative, brow furrowing attention I shun.)
I am talking about embarrassing my kids. I'm not one of those parents who deliberately embarrasses their kids in front of their friends. I am too genteel for that. Especially if they are new friends. However, I have no problem singing to the radio while driving carpool if they are old friends.
But I won't go around talking about my kids' skin problems or do my Super Grover impersonation in front of their friends just for kicks. Some parents might do that. My brother for instance. But not I.
So the other day I was informed by my freshman daughter I was needed to drive home not one, but four additional friends from school. Upper classman. And three of the four were boys.
If I were one of those parents, I could have used that pent up time in the car to really make my daughter (and her friends) uncomfortable.
I imagine some mortifying conversation starters like this:
* So, you guys got girlfriends?
* Do any of you go to church?
* Don't you think my daughter is talented/smart/cute?
* You wanna be my friend on Facebook?
* Are you looking to make an extra buck? 'Cuz I could use some help shoveling my driveway.
That's just the tip of the iceberg.
But that is not me.
I want to be a cool mom. Or at least a nice mom.
Outgoing, without being in-your-face.
Showing interest, without the inquisition.
With all the friends deposited safely-- and seemingly without embarrassment-- at their destination, my daughter admitted she had "warned" at least one of the boys ahead of time about me and what I "might say."
Innocent, little me? Tame, conscientious, ever-mindful me?
I was surprised. Though I always knew it, up till now, my kids had never admitted to my face that I had the potential for embarrassment.
Yet, perhaps even more surprising was that I felt somewhat flattered. I felt validated as a mom of teenagers. So I do have a little edge. Just enough to make my offspring a little paranoid.
I admit that feels kind of good.
And I've only just started.
Rockin' the boat,