Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Still Trying To Be Cool
So the other day, I got a good review from my students in a course evaluation, my article got accepted in The Writer Magazine, I sent my second YA in to Flux,the always lovely Marcia Hoehne mentioned me in an I Love Your Blog Award, and my best friend won $1000.00 in a lottery scratch off. It was one of those afternoons when you think how everyone who told you not to:
- have a third child
- leave a good teaching job
- move out of state
- write (ever)
was wrong. Really wrong.
I was feeling like I was pretty cool, and I don't feel that way too often since I am solidly middle aged and have been known to wear old maternity pants backwards to run to the store. (When I do this, my kids slink down in the seats as we drive).
Then my kids came home and I was quickly deflated.
First, the boys came home, and asked me why I didn't text them back about a question they had about an afterschool game.
"I never figured out how to text," I confessed.
This caused disbelief, guffaws, and glances of sympathy.
"So, like, how do you talk to anybody?"
"On the phone. Email. In person."
(Poor old thing glances)
"Mom, you don't call a car a horseless carriage, do you?" my oldest boy asked.
"She doesn't have an AIM account either," my middle guy offered (meaning -- she is
as hopeless as they get)
So fine. Leave that stuff to high school kids. Then my daughter's elementary school bus came. I knew I would be redeemed. She gave me the wonderful news that she had a book report due.
Now I, along with six other people on the planet, loved book reports as a child. (This gene is rare; none of my kids inherited it).
"Oh, that's great! Do you want to do a diorama? I have shoe boxes in the basement. Or did she say you could do a timeline? Those are such..."
"Um, Mom," Emma says (patiently, slowly)
"I also have poster board and new acrylic paint...what?" She is trying not to laugh.
"We don't do those now. I have to do a web page for my book, okay?"
"A web page! But you're ten! And you weren't even ten last month!"
"It's okay; I already know how to do it. But you can check my spelling, all right?"
"Oh. Right. Sure."
I always thought it was me who would have to be patient with them.