I remember one day in 5th grade sitting in class and minding my own business, when I heard knocking on the window. I looked over to my left, and there was my MOM! She was shouting and waving hysterically, as she desperately tried to get my attention. Our class room was in a ½ basement, so there she was for my whole class to see. I was mortified, and I turned my head, pretending not to notice.
The kid sitting next to me leaned over and said “Christie, there’s a lady in the window trying to get your attention. She looks like you. Is that your sister?” (my mom always has looked younger than her age)
I was totally and completely mortified, and ignored her long enough that she finally went away. Although people thought she was my sister, I still didn’t want to claim that crazy lady as one of my own.
That was the first time I remember being embarrassed of my mom. I was 10 years old.
I guess karma has come back to bite me, because G is already embarrassed of me! She is 4.
The other day, I took the afternoon off of work to help my sister and brother-in-law install wood flooring into their new house. I was dressed in a tee-shirt, old jeans, and a ball cap. I was dirty, sweaty, and not very attractive. On my way home, I stopped at the daycare to pick up the girls.
G took one look at me, put her hands on her hips, and exclaimed “Mom! You didn’t going outside looking like that did you?”
She wouldn’t even hug me! And when we walked outside to the car, she had to check first to make sure no one else was there who would see us together.