Anyone who has a child knows they will say things to embarrass you. It payment for all the times you embarrass them. It’s part of the game, the give and take of a parent/child relationship. Shortly after my first daughter was born I started embarrassing her. It’s a timed honored tradition to embarrass you children and I wasn’t about to thumb my nose at timed honored tradition. It went something like this
My sister-in-law needed a new television. We decided to go look at them. She found one she liked for a great price. She bought it. We stood in the parking with three adults, a baby in a car seat, a huge box containing a TV, and a Mitsubishi Eclipse to take it all home in. We did manage to fit it all in. Everything except the box and packing materials. If you have never seen a birth you wouldn’t understand the process that was involved. Thankfully my husband and I had recently witnessed the miracle so we knew what to do. Just in reverse.
Just keep pushing! It’s almost there!
Owwh! That hurt. It’s gonna leave a mark.
No, I am not drinking until this thing is safely home.
I’m tired, hot and miserable. Whose bright idea was this anyway?
Ok, now how do we get the baby in there?
Just sit in front and straddle the gearshift. It won’t take long to get there.
Wow, your gonna love having a new TV.
I’ve managed to embarrass both of my daughters on several occasions since then. They’ve managed to embarrass me back as well. It’s just proof that all is well. We are just participants in this thing called life. That’s why I’m not going to be too upset that my daughter told a group of people I hardly knew, but was hoping to get to know, that she really liked the bar mom takes her to for lunch. They have good grilled cheese sandwiches and mommy REALLY likes their root beer.
I thought about explaining that it was a restaurant with a bar. It had a reputation for being a little wild in the evenings but during the day it’s a nice place for a quiet lunch. But I didn’t. I just blamed my red cheeks on the sun. It was a very sunny day.
June 4th, 2007 at 2:09 pm
Um, I do take my kids to bars to eat. Is that bad?
June 4th, 2007 at 4:57 pm
how true that it’s a tradition…. my mother used to pretend she was IGOR and walk around the supermarket all hunchbacked…. now, i can be found doing the same thing with my daughter.
tradition or i dunno… insanity… pick your poison…
June 4th, 2007 at 11:16 pm
My parents embarrassed me the usual ways, kisses in public, fighting on the sidelines of my sporting events, being drunks. I can’t wait to have my own.
June 5th, 2007 at 9:00 am
Whit - Only if you don’t share your beer with them. That bad manners you know.
Mammazilla - IGOR. Thats great! My dad use to tell us he was a Russian spy and had us watch for undercover agents. If we found any (and we would) he would report them via shirt sleeve button radio to the proper authorities.
Anthony - You may be able to tell from my comment above my dad drank quite a bit as well. The thing about being a parent is you can take the good things from your childhood and pass them on. The bad things you try hard not to pass on. I’m sure you’ll be a great dad some day.
You might already be one. I saw what you did to that car!