Losing My Cool by Audrey D. Mark
Retro fashions are "In", retro as in brand new yet inspired by clothing of the early 1970s. Amazing how in phtoographs, of our younger years, we appear dressed totally hip and cool. Well, to our eyes at least. Many Humor Is Readers will relate to Audrey's story about one's past coolness and present day coolness factors - at least from their children's perspective.
The other night, I was trying to explain to my seven year old twin boys, Jared & Jasper, what an oxymoron is. It's you when have a combination of contradictory words that just don't seem to go together. I tried to illustrate with some examples like, "jumbo shrimp", "awfully nice" and "pretty ugly". "Oh", chimed in my ten year old daughter, Sydney, without missing a beat - "You mean like 'cool mom'?"
Hmmmm. Surely, I thought, she'd simply misunderstood the lighthearted literary form that we were discussing. However, that hands-on-hips, twisted lips and look of general disgust on her face told me otherwise.
I was just about to really lose my cool and send her to her room for that sassy sentiment, when I realized that she might, in fact, be right! Can you keep your "cool" once you have kids or do you immediately go from being a happening "It Girl" to a washed up "Was Woman" as soon as you give birth?
I suppose one could argue that you can't exactly lose something that you never had in the first place. Maybe I wasn't all that cool to start with. But before kids I had lived in NYC in the 80's. I had big hair and boulder-sized shoulder pads in my dolman sleeved Norma Komali sweatshirts. My mullet maned mates & I even managed to get past the red velvet ropes at some of the city's hottest clubs, on occasion. But, judging by my daughter's gagging reflex from my scrapbook photos of this dance down memory lane I can see now, that even then, I was more than six degrees away from anything remotely registering as cool!
I guess today I'm getting even colder to cool. The only thing that I've purchased recently that says "Juicy", comes in a 6 oz. square box and has very little to do with "Couture".
Reality aside, at least Sydney used to think that I was a cool mom. Cool was as clincher when all it took was a song and dance with her and her little buddies to one of Barney's brain boring songs. I've learned the hard way, that this tactic no longer cuts it. Today, if I'm caught humming or moving rhythmically in anyway to her ever-blasting boom box when her friends are around, she shoots me a panic-stricken look, as if I were convulsing with a grand mal seizure. Syd used to play dress up for hours and hours, trying on all of my clothes and shoes. Now however, according to a recent inspection, she insists that everything in my closet must immediately be burned or buried. Those matching mother-daughter outfits at the mall are a thing of the past. Even admitting that we're mother-daughter at the mall is a thing of the past.
In my defense, I grew up with an un-hip mom of my own. Shirley Partridge and Carol Brady were my only real "cool mom" role models. This may, in part, explain the cool conundrum that I find myself in right now! But today's Hollywood moms make it look so easy. I wonder if Jamie Lee Curtis, Teri Hatcher and Madonna are ever be forced to follow a detailed doctrine of approved talking points when conversing their kid's cliques, like me. Heck, it seems that Demi Moore's daughters not only let her hang out with their friends, they even let her marry one!
"Certainly", I pleaded with Sydney, "you can think of one mom who has held on and can still qualify as a 'cool'?" "That's easy," she said pointing to my very own mother across the room, "Grandma!" I put my hands-on-hips, twisted my lips and, with a look of general disgust, replied, "Mark my words, my darling daughter, one day you may have children and become an oxymoron of your own - and guess who will be the cool Grandma then?" She about lost it. That was cool!
About This Story's Author:
Audrey D. Mark is a free spirit and freelance writer without much free time! As a busy mother of three, one of her proudest achievements is NEVER missing her turn as snack mom for any of her kid's soccer games. Well, it sort of happened once - but it really wasn't her fault! She SWEARS that someone else had switched that day with her, although she has nothing in writing to prove it!
Some of her other credits include her humorous column, "Mark My Words", featured in the Raleigh News and Observer, as well as being selected as a winner in the 2006 "Carolina Woman Magazine" writing contest. She is also a member of the National Society of Newspaper Columnists.
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