One of the perks of being a parent is embarrassing your kids just by being…you.
Yes, I see the quick smirk on your face. I hear you thinking about the time you sang, “I Can’t Get No…Satisfaction” loudly while standing in line at the grocery store as your kids squirmed in…dissatisfaction.
It’s not like we start out trying to mortify our kids. They initiate it!
My man has worn long tennis socks with his shorts since he was a studly 25-year-old, and by god, he’s sticking with those socks (or ones like them) for his entire life. So, when our kids were…kids, they moaned on vacations as we walked the beach together in July, or attended swimming lesson or tennis lessons, or even soccer games, and they had to endure their dad in shorts and “tall” socks.
They’d save their allowance and buy short thick Agassi tennis socks, and stick them in their dad’s sock drawer (and throw out the offending “tall’ socks,” of course). But by that time, tall socks became a symbol of our independence, our stubbornness, and our parenting.
No child of ours was going to tell us what we could or could not wear, or sing, or even admire.
One day I was driving my kids home from a lesson – ballet or soccer or piano or chess or, well, the list goes on. Because we lived off a scenic, hilly road called “Paradise Drive,” we always passed many buff bicyclists. On this particular sunny afternoon, I unknowingly let out a sigh while exclaiming, “look at the calves on that man.”
My son and daughter both bellowed in two long syllables: “MOOOOOMMMMM!”
“What?” I asked innocently.
“You’re married,” my son expounded. “You can’t look at another man’s legs!”
I came close to muttering back, “I’m married, but I’m not dead,” but instead said, “I’m just commenting on the muscles this guy has built by bicycling so hard.”
No good. My kids were adamant that I should not and could not notice the muscles on any other man but their dad.
I realized then that I’d just found a supreme opportunity for future parental embarrassment. So each time the kids and I drove home on Paradise Drive and we passed a well-muscled bicyclist, I’d open my mouth and begin, “Wow, look at the…” And they’d stop me with groans of dismay and the two-syllable pronunciation of my name.
If one of their friends was in the car with us, my children would blush stop-sign red before I even pointed.
Ahhh, the perks of being a parent. 🙂
P.S. I won’t even start with how my stories embarrass my (now adult!) children. Let’s just say, I’m not supposed to write about negligées, sexual attraction, bedroom eyes, or passion (if you’ve read my book THE RIGHT WRONG MAN, you know I still embarrass my kids horribly). My poetry seems okay to them, though (as long as it’s not about them). Please check out Karen Elliott’s poetry-themed blog this week – she features one of my poems this Friday.
I do love you, Pam! I swear you must be my little sister, or maybe that growing up in Pitman bond, but we are so alike! It is a parental duty to embarrass one’s offspring! And, Bruce wears the same long white socks (even with – gasp – white sneaks!) and gets the same flack from our kids….thanks for the chuckles tonight!
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It’s growing up drinking Pitman water! 🙂
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I consider embarrassing my kids to be my highest calling. It’s getting a little harder to do now that they’re older, but my daughter (16-going-on-17) still provides me with many glorious opportunities. Thanks for sharing!!
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Ah yes, and what a spectacular calling it is. Enjoy- you have a few more years left to mortify.
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Haha! Oh yes, my kids could tell you many stories of past and present embarrassments.
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I can actually envision the look on their faces! Well done.
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This is hilarious! Parents are always SO EMBARRASSING! LOL 😀
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And LOEM (lots of embarrassing moments)…
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Such a great read, lots of laughs and smiles – thank you!!! I’m one of those ‘kids’ parents really enjoy embarrassing because I can take life a little seriously. When I was a pre-teen my Dad used to love letting everyone know that i had a Greek name because I was ‘made in Greece’…DDAAADDD!!!
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Wow- your dad was a natural.
Are you a blusher, too? That always heightens the embarrassment. :-0
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Tell your kids – Just because you’re on a diet, doesn’t mean you can’t look at the menu. That is a fine cyclist photo, just divine. 🙂 I guess it’s typical that parents embarrass the kids. I actually think my son is goofier than I am (in public) and his kids adore him. Of course, that could change when they hit the teen years!
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Well, I have a feeling that your son’s mom helped him grow a great sense of humor! (Or, to use a cliche, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree).
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My name is Mike and I am a tall sock wearer.
Whew. It feels so good to get that off of my chest.
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“Hello Mike,” (intoned in meeting style).
You always make me laugh out loud.
And, relieved that you removed the tall socks from your chest and hopefully placed them on your feet.
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My socks are so tall they go up to my chest.
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I don’t even doubt it….
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Thanks for the fun read, Pam! Isn’t grand that kids can’t turn the tables on us? We simply sigh and shake our heads at their silly antics.
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Yes, we’re more likely to be horrified rather than embarrassed over what they do!!
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There’s nothing wrong with commenting on the scenery we enjoy. I’m not a mother, but I love your approach.
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Thanks – not sure my kids would agree, but heck, it sure makes parenting fun!
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My poor kids have endured me being in school plus singing at home when their friends are over–hey, one of the buds ASKED me to sing from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat on an hour long ride to a skate park once!
My kids have been hearing me gush over celebrities and tennis hunks since their beginning of time, lol. Guess my nieces and nephews have too. Recently, we were at my brother’s and I must have commented on a wrestler being cute. Nephew 1: “Now you like him?! You love Aaron Rodgers.” Nephew 2: “No, she loves Tebow.” Niece: “Aunt Joanna loves everybody except Uncle Paul!”
Actually, Aunt Joanna has a soft spot for Rafa Nadal. And Liam Neeson. And Tim McGraw. Oh. And Uncle Paul too. 😉
Fun post! Have a great weekend!
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Very cute! Your nephews and nieces sure pay close attention to their Aunt Joanna. You give them something (hunky) to talk about, and I think that’s wonderful.
Now, have you sung from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat to THEM? They’ll talk about you forever.
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Goodness, gracious, my nephews in particular think I’m out of my mind already. Anytime I sing they run. (They’re 9 and 7 or 10 and 8–I forget b/c there are four of them, lol). My nieces (Ages 11 and 5) are a bit more tolerant. My son’s FRIEND asked me to sing from Joseph. So I did. (Always had this dream of playing the narrator. Funny: the Canadian cast–with Donny Osmond –had a narrator who LOOKED like me. The kids and even I noticed. Go figure. Made me happy! 😀
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Need I mention, the embarrassment kids feel when mom or dad shows up at school…doesn’t matter what one’s wearing, it’s not cool.
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Ahh, yes. Or field trips. My kids used to beg me to not volunteer. Tee hee.
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oh my!!! that happenned to me when my son turned 14….i used to love going on field trips, so i took it very hard, lol 🙂
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Oh Pam, this is so great! I love reading your blogs. They are always so cool and inspirational and totally make my day! This one in particular is so funny! I’ve heard mom’s say, “I had kids so I could embarrass them.” Well, like you, I don’t set out to try and embarrass my kids, it just seems to happen! Get this: my oldest son won’t even befriend me on Facebook because he is afraid I will embarrass him…he is 33 years old! My youngest son just said to me yesterday that I do embarrass them no matter what…he is 24. Sometimes my kids would just nicely ask me to keep my mouth shut so as not to embarrass them. Well, now I say…Whatever!!! If I embarrass them, so what! Keep your great blogs coming!!! I also have to admit I have saved several of your previous blogs that I just haven’t had the time to read and will get on them soon. I never want to miss whatever my beautiful friend Pam has to say!!!! Take care girlfriend!!! God Bless You dearest Pam!!!!
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You make me blush … and I love to blush. Particularly if it’s because of a compliment on my writing. Thanks Beverly, so fun to hear from you, and to hear that we’re kindred souls in the ’embarrasing our kids’ routine.
Funny thing, as I read about how you can still embarrass your adult children, I realize that my mom STILL embarrasses me, and I just figured out that she loves every minute of it!
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So great to hear from you Pam. When my mom was still living, I have to admit she still would embarrass me at times as well. Now I find myself sometimes doing the same things that my mom did that embarrassed me then that are now embarrassing to my own kids. Oh well, guess we just keep these fun things going!! Treasure all your precious time with your precious mom and let her embarrass you all she wants…..that’s love sweetie!!!
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Absolutely!!
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Oh my gosh, this is so hilarious! My daughter is twelve (about to turn 13) and she’s just begun to get embarrassed with me (and, at the same time, has become convinced that I don’t know anything). I totally have to try this one out on her. Teeheehee. 😉
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Let me know how it goes. We parents need to stick together (and LAUGH together!!).
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Oh daughter how do I embarrass you?
Let me count the ways.
By singing in a public place
By hugging you when your friends can see
By talking English in French supermarkets
By wearing the wrong shoes
By talking to the woman in the bakers
By giving the beggar my sandwich instead of money
By wearing clothes that are – so last week
By not wearing make up
By letting the grey grow in my hair
By waving to you across a crowded place.
I embarrass you with a love I can’t hide
Smiles, tear of all my life and if I chose
I shall but embarrass you better until
You have a daughter of your own
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BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!
And I do see/feel/hear the love in all of those embarrassing moments.
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LOL. I love it. My book has a few explicit sex scenes that embarrass my dad. He refuses to read them. It’s fun to turn the tables as you get older. 😉
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Ohhh, that’s a good switch on things. Embarrass our folks, after all those years they embarrassed us when we were kids. :=0
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Ah, yes, the conversion to short, ankle-length sports socks. My ex-wife, may she be looked upon somewhere in a good light, was the one who finally got me to make the conversation your hubby is fighting. I do in post-martial reflection thank her for that because I would probably be the only at my gym looking like someone from the last millennium. Still, you gotta hand it to him for keeping that certain look alive — someone needs light the flame and maintain it! Great post… thanks for the (belated) laugh! – Marty
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Wonderful story Pam and tips for embarrassing the kids! I wonder how they feel about tall socks now that they are fashionable? 😊
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