Every time I return from a Navy League or Navy event, I lament the fact that we in the civilian world do not get to wear our honors and accomplishments on our hats, shoulders, chests or sleeves. The fact that there is no official boasting mechanism in my suburban Mom life, though, doesn’t mean I can’t simply be like the cock, and crow on my own little dunghill. Without further ado, I hereby give myself a good Mom award.
Honestly, I’ve really earned it. Yesterday, my teenage daughter told her friends, “You can say anything in front of my Mom. She’s never embarrassing and she gives really good advice.” If I could have that engraved on a medal, I would.
Lest you think I earned that accolade because I’m the type of Mom who coos, “Of course you can have sex, do drugs and spend all my money, darling,” you’d be far off the mark. In fact, I’m extremely opinionated, in a very socially conservative way. Perhaps it’s my willingness to be a straight shooter, to shy away from innuendo, metaphor and deep agendas, that makes the children feel comfortable with me.
I find amusing the fact that my kids and their friends so obviously enjoy my company. Thirty-five years after the fact, I’m finally popular in Middle School and High School. I’m slow, but I get there!