I have very little sympathy for my kids when I embarrass them, especially when the embarrassment takes place in the privacy of our own home over silliness and varied shenanigans. I also feel that occasionally embarrassing my children is a necessary action of parenting. It’s a public service really, because I am preparing them to deal with the insanity of the real world.
Last night, my husband and I had a date, and I was in my room getting ready. I was listening to the Journey station on Pandora and Bryce was laying on my bed talking to me. And then it happened.
Pandora began to play one of my favorite jams…Jukebox Hero by Foreigner.
I am not physically capable of restraining myself during that song. Every Midwestern, rock star wannabe cell in my body rises to the occasion and becomes the music. I ran to the remote and cranked up the volume. I did not care that Bryce had a slightly alarmed look on his face.
I sang. Loudly. I danced. I threw my hair around. (I grew up on 70’s and 80’s rock music, so my hair banging skills are exceptional). I rocked the air guitar and I embraced the moment. My guitar solo was totally badass. Or, I imagined it was as I rocked that shit all over my bedroom.
At one point I saw that Bryce had his hands over his ears with his face scrunched up and he seemed to be shouting something to me. His eyes were wide and his face was red with the tell-tale signs of mortification and agitation over my less than mature behavior.
I kept singing to him and playing my air guitar.
Then I heard Bryce shout to me, “Mommy, what are you doing? Stop it!”
He was embarrassed of his mother. It’s more likely that he was embarrassed for me, but regardless, he was clearly not appreciative of my sweet dance moves, less than perfect rocker voice, or my expert hair thrashing.
So I turned up the music and sang louder. 🙂
You go girl!! I did a little rockin’ out myself this morning on my way to work.. White Zombie – More Human Than Human. Glad it was kinda dark or else the sheriffs car I passed might have thought I was having some kind of seizure and stopped my ass!
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Hahaha! I love it! Now that you mention it, my air guitar may have looked like I was having a seizure, and could have been the cause of my son’s alarm. LOL!
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Ah Foreigner … I remember when I thought the lyrics to Urgent was “Searchin'”.
Urgent:
Ugh, just a long list of lyrics I misinterpreted … this is one band where I used to sing all the lyrics to … even if I made some of the up myself!
And about that hair thrashing … I think I have neck problems today as a result of all of those shenanigans myself! 🙂
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LMAO! I had a feeling you would understand! And I can so relate to your misunderstood lyrics. Imagine my ten year old self singing along to Feels Like the First Time. Honestly, what the hell were my parents thinking? I had no clue what that song was about. LOL!
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What does that mean, “feels like the first time?” Are you implying something? It means like trying something like icecream, right! 😉
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Absolutely, as far as you know. 😉
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LOL! why do I have the feeling that perhaps Bryce felt a little bit like you did when you watched
Bryn and her imitation of what it would feel like to “have a tail?” 😉
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LOL! No doubt!
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LOL!
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Thanks for sharing your story and songs 🙂 Love your blog.
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Thank you!
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