One of the duties of being a mom is embarrassing your children. My mom embarrassed me as often as she could and generally in an EPIC fashion.
When I was little, I was the cutest little boy anyone had ever seen, until I was 13. Seems like overnight I went from boy status to a set of B’s. Yay boobs! This was a big deal. We had to go bra shopping immediately.
Back in the day, your mom would drag you to Macy’s and have the bra lady measure you for the right fit. Why do they call them “training” bras? What are they being trained to do? Hell, I skipped that stage. There was so much discussion about and measuring of my boobs. Urgh! I thought this was the most embarrassing thing EVER. It wasn’t.
What’s more embarrassing than your mom discovering you have boobs and taking you to a store where a random stranger measures your chest, picks out a bra and helps into it?
We were visiting my grandparents at the time of this little adventure. My father, both grandparents, aunt, uncle and two male, teen aged cousins were all seated at the dining room table when we walked in the door from shopping. My father asked about our trip to the mall. My bat shit crazy mother grabbed my shirt at the waist and promptly pulled it up over my head for everyone to see and announced, “She’s got boobs now. How do you like her new bra?”
Mortified. Thanks Mom.
Now, I’ve got a lot of D’s and I don’t care who sees them. If you haven’t seen boobs by now, please look at mine. They are my two best assets. And a great source of embarrassment for my kids.
It’s not just the boobs, it’s everything about me that embarrasses my kids. They say other mom’s don’t act like me. Apparently, it’s embarrassing to inform your son about “man scaping” or to tell your daughter you’re jealous of her ass because its “PA-DOW!”. Both of my kids have great asses. It’s a fact.
My son played JV high school football for one season. I was so proud. I loved watching him walk out onto the field, get to the line and squat down ready to plow through the kid before him. Apparently yelling, “That ass, tho!” is embarrassing to my son. Who knew?
Perhaps I am bat shit crazy.
To my mom, thank you!
To my kids, you’re welcome.