Driving my son to school yesterday and we have a conversation about coolness. He relates coolness to the clothing he wears or does not wear during the winter months. Apparently a toque, scarf and mittens are totally uncool.
I explain to him that he is eight years old. At that age no one is cool. I do not care who you are you are not cool at eight. Also explained that the only time he is allowed to be cool is when he is in high school. We have like six years before we worry about that.
“Hey Buddy just so you know I was not cool either. Not in school and not now.”
“Mom you are totally cool.”
“I am not. Child I am a book reading uncool mom in toque, mittens and boots.”
“Mom me and bf’s name totally think that you are sooooooooo cool.”
I did not know how to respond. I have finally become cool. It has taken me 44 years but there you have it. In the eyes of the one person that it is important for me to be a little bit outstanding, I am cool. Bonus is his bf totally thinks that I am cool too! What a win for the week.
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 