Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Mother son teams

Jazz Dance

It is funny to me that two people have commented on how my son might find it embarrassing to have his mom up on stage with him. What you have to understand is my son is only 11 years old. He still thinks I am cool (except when I'm nagging him to do his homework). He's more embarrassed that he is a boy that dances than that I am a mom who has a bit part in his show.
I know this might change one of these days. I'm glad he doesn't think I'm embarrassing to have around. I try to be a cool mom without being a mom who tries too hard to be cool, if you know what I mean.
With my teenage son, it is the reverse. I'm embarrassed to be seen in public with him. Some times he gets into what I call "doofus mode" and I just want to hide. I think it is the overdose of testosterone or something that makes him act more juvenile than his 5 year younger brother.
I still can't focus on blogging and photography. Too much of my energy is invested in getting my NaNo story off the ground. I finally passed the half way point. 25669 words.

3 comments:

Miz UV said...

Yay on your wordcount! I know what you mean about feeling distracted about other things. I should do laundry tonight, but ... meh. I'm lucky that my girls like to be with me, even in public, though the eldest is at college now and I miss her so much.

JL said...

Who's the lady in the front with the turquoise top? She has a fantastic rear end. Really.

Seriously, I'm that body part kind of guy.

sarala said...

JL, she's the instructor. And I know what you mean. These dancers are so fit. They're gorgeous. I'm convinced my son has a crush on one of his teachers.