With the craft show coming up on Saturday, I have been trying to crank out projects as fast as humanly possible. I have a lot left to do, and two nights this week we get to go watch the unnamed child cheer. During dinner tonight, she tells Topher and I that she would rather us not be there. I asked her if we embarrass her in some way. She said kids her age don’t really like to admit that they have parents. Well … too bad, we are coming anyway. Topher thinks we should bring an air horn and paint our faces.
It made me remember me in middle school when I made my mom drop me off at school a block away. Or when we would go through the toll booth at the turnpike and she would reach to get the money from her purse and as she turned back she forgot she never rolled the window down and smashed into the window with her face and money flew everywhere. I could have died. Or the many times the fire dept had to come to our house because she set the kitchen on fire with her cooking. So humiliating back then. Or when we lived on Main street (where everyone cruised main) and my dad would be our mowing the lawn in his coaches shorts, CHIPS sunglasses and his knee socks. Sooo embarrassing.
Then you grow up and realize your parents are human. They were not just put on this earth to humiliate you, drive you around, and handout money. They might make you cringe at times, but they are also the only other people on the planet who will support you no matter what. They are the ones that drive across town when you are sick to get you the only soup that sounds good. They are the ones that will do without, so you can have braces that you will complain about for two years. They are the ones that sit out in the pouring rain to cheer you on in a sport that your not very good at. They are the ones who will be up all night during a sleepover with 6 teenage girls, making sure no one seeks out (or in), and after swearing they will never do that again, do it again … a few weeks later.
Yes, parents can be embarrassing folks, it’s a fact of life not matter how old you are. The only difference is when you are 15 you want your parents to just go away, and when you are 40 you want them to stay around as long as possible.
Speaking of sticking around a long time, I found this old table at a yard sale for $5. It was filthy but had great carving on it. I cleaned it up, coated it with DIY turquoise chalkpaint, distressed it, glazed it and coated it in clear wax. This little baby will be at Saturday craft show!