hairstyles, or even my dietary needs. I like comfortable shoes, the classic bob and Oreo’s. I am middle of the road, some would even say boring.
-I need to wear a much more supportive bra to the grocery store.
Mortifying when I try to give her a hug in public.
And a definite deal-breaker if the said hug is given with loud kissy sounds.But this is the thing I want her to know: I don’t remember any of the myriads of embarrassing things my parents did when I was a teen and there were MANY.
I only really remember the embarrassing things I did to myself as a teenager.
Like the time I got my first period during my 8th grade Science class while wearing white jeans. Or when me and my big ass 1987 Gunny Sack by Jessica McClintock dress got stuck in a bathroom stall during prom at the local Masonic Temple.
The time I got walked in on while singing “Walk Away” by Kelly Clarkson AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS into my flat iron.
Okay, that might have been last month.
The point is, she won’t remember my upper lip hair, the bra-less Wal-Mart runs, or my stellar dance moves.
What she will remember is a loving mom who recalled what it was like to be a teenager and has plenty of her own embarrassing stories to tell.
Like the time my bra was hanging out of my dress in front of hundreds of people while posing for a picture with Ree Drummond.
I DID wear a bra back then!