Do you remember when you used to diss your mom for not "getting" your music? My mom used to tell me to turn down my music and ask my why I would listen to all that noise. (Admittedly, my love for euro-pop confections like a-ha and Erasure wasn't all that cool to my peers, either.) I, in turn, questioned why my mom tortured me on the drive to school with her AM-Gold 70's nuggets like Air Supply and Leo Sayer.
So it came as a shock to me when I heard my mom's new cell phone ringtone today: Rihanna's "Please Don't Stop the Music". How could she be such a square when I was growing up and be so hip now? When I relayed this to my friends at a baby shower, half of them replied, "Who's Rihanna?" I see the square is on the other foot now.
It turns out that no longer being consumed with school functions and extra-curricular chauffeuring has allowed my mother the time to catch up on all her People magazines and learn to use her iPod, while my friends are all becoming pop culture misfits. I guess being a mom really does make you "lame".
I'm going to fight the dorkiness of being a mommy to the end. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go get me some Applebottom jeans and them boots with the fur....
OMG, I think that last line officially makes me a dork.
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