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Out of the Mouths of Tweens

The good things about kids is they tell me when I have pancake batter on my behind, or food stuck in my teeth.

The bad thing is they tend to tell me these things at inopportune moments, like when I’m talking to someone famous or one of those annoyingly perfect mothers. Okay, so I rarely meet famous people, but I do talk to other vitally important people from time to time who make me nervous, such as our mail woman and the school principal.

The other bad news, for me, is the list of things that they need to point out is growing exponentially longer by the day.

It used to be all diaper/bottle related stuff, then for a time embarrassing clothing gaffe’s like wearing my pants backwards and my shirts inside out. But lately it’s become more sliding-into-old-age related, like grey roots and wrinkles.

In the beginning of motherhood, in those blissful days before they could talk, they pointed out my shortfalls by pointing and laughing. Now it has progressed to eye rolls and comments like these:

“Mom, did you spill white paint in your hair?” means it’s time to buy one of those hair dying kits that promises to cover even the stubbornest of greys.

“Look at all of those wrinkles on your face – you look so old!” means it’s time… Well, there is nothing I can do about this since I’m averse to needles generally, so it just means I’m getting older (but wiser, I hasten to add.)

“Can you please not talk to me in public when you’re wearing that!” means it might be time to lose the tie-dye, and so on.

(Just when I was becoming confident in my own skin, and those voices, inner and otherwise, calling me a loser or dweeb have finally faded, along come come my own children to knock me down a notch or ten. Funny that.)

I’m not very observant, so it is helpful in a way. In fact, it’s making me step up my game, especially to spare myself the embarrassment when they point out my flaws in public, as they clearly enjoy doing.

Now I’m scrutinizing myself a bit more carefully each morning, in an effort to beat them at this perverse game. But I’m horrified and a bit perplexed by the things I’m finding.

For example this morning, when I tried to brush a wayward eyelash off my chin, I found it was actually attached, and therefore a chin lash. Others might refer to it as a whisker. After my shock, I found I had new sympathy for the way those little pigs taunt the big bad wolf. Apparently, I’m growing a beard on my chinny chin chin.

The bright side of this situation (as unbelievable as it is that there is a bright side) is that I discovered this myself, in the privacy of my own rear view mirror, before they alerted the neighbourhood.

Whether to pluck it or bleach it is up in the air, but one thing is for sure: I will deal with it before they get home from school.

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  1. October 4, 2011 at 8:50 am

    Join the club, Deanna. I had to laugh out loud at the notion of kids alerting the neighbors. I have no children of my own, only nephews to notify me that my chin needs plucked or gray needs covered. Whatever works, I guess. Great post!
    Kathy

  2. Joanne Lawlor
    October 5, 2011 at 5:48 pm

    Get used to it is all I can say…I still receive “tips” on a regular basis from my own GROWN daughter. However, now that my critic is away (temporarily I might add) I do find myself wondering from time to time, if I would pass her test!

    • October 5, 2011 at 10:46 pm

      Funny how our motivations change in life!

  3. October 14, 2011 at 4:23 pm

    No kids here… so I scrutinize myself very carefully. It takes longer every day.

    • October 14, 2011 at 6:42 pm

      Mirrors really should be abolished. It leave me so much more time to watch soap operas.

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