Embarrassing Mom Dance Party
Piper is 6. Which by anyone's standards is a full grown woman with whom all interactions should be performed with complete seriousness and appropriate behavior. Or at least that’s’ the impression I was given last night at bedtime.
I tucked the girls into bed and we did our nighttime kissies and boob hugs (group hugs for those of you not familiar with Parker’s mis-interpretive lingo) per our usual silly routine. I also like to sing random goodnight phrases connected to goofy pet names for them while I dance out of the room. Not every night, but a lot. It’s kind of my “touchdown” celebration dance because the kids are finally in bed! Other nights, it’s a fumble and they’re up 9 more times for potty runs, drinks of water for hot tummies, and extra hugs and kissies. Hang nails, dry lips, annoying wet hair, sharp toenails, cover hogs, and/or stolen/missing sleepy time accoutrements also make the lineup of culprits for bedtime jaunts. Cause who can sleep when your stuffed mermaid is MIA!?
Anywho, as I was boogying, shimmying, and shakin’ it towards the door, Piper says to me in her most disdainful, grown up, eye-rolling voice, “Mom. Do NOT even dance out that door.”
This is the not the first time she has indicated to me that I’m embarrassing. And I am veritably certain it will not be the last. But it did hit me kind of hard, because usually when I embarrass her it’s because other people (those who don’t belong to our family and are therefore not accustomed to our crazy silliness) are present. I couldn’t sleep for thinking that our days of goofy bedtime routines were coming to an end. How could she become so serious so fast!?
So this morning, I asked her. “Pipe, why didn’t you want me to dance last night?”
“Because we need to work on your moves. No one should have to watch that.”
So, much to my relief, apparently our days of silliness are not over. However, our days of teenage sarcasm seem to have set in early. Hoorah for big milestones.
I tucked the girls into bed and we did our nighttime kissies and boob hugs (group hugs for those of you not familiar with Parker’s mis-interpretive lingo) per our usual silly routine. I also like to sing random goodnight phrases connected to goofy pet names for them while I dance out of the room. Not every night, but a lot. It’s kind of my “touchdown” celebration dance because the kids are finally in bed! Other nights, it’s a fumble and they’re up 9 more times for potty runs, drinks of water for hot tummies, and extra hugs and kissies. Hang nails, dry lips, annoying wet hair, sharp toenails, cover hogs, and/or stolen/missing sleepy time accoutrements also make the lineup of culprits for bedtime jaunts. Cause who can sleep when your stuffed mermaid is MIA!?
Anywho, as I was boogying, shimmying, and shakin’ it towards the door, Piper says to me in her most disdainful, grown up, eye-rolling voice, “Mom. Do NOT even dance out that door.”
This is the not the first time she has indicated to me that I’m embarrassing. And I am veritably certain it will not be the last. But it did hit me kind of hard, because usually when I embarrass her it’s because other people (those who don’t belong to our family and are therefore not accustomed to our crazy silliness) are present. I couldn’t sleep for thinking that our days of goofy bedtime routines were coming to an end. How could she become so serious so fast!?
So this morning, I asked her. “Pipe, why didn’t you want me to dance last night?”
“Because we need to work on your moves. No one should have to watch that.”
So, much to my relief, apparently our days of silliness are not over. However, our days of teenage sarcasm seem to have set in early. Hoorah for big milestones.
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