I’m in the yo-yo zone…

Holly Yoyo 3Right now, my kids love that the fact that I’m trying to find my style.  They like to see me dress up in different, and often times, ridiculous outfits, with not even a shred of embarrassment on their part.  Sometimes, as we’re approaching a crowd, my daughter will even shout out with a look of pure glee on her face,, “Look at what my mom’s wearing!” And I can’t help thinking, god, how many more days do I have where my daughter thinks I’m cool?

As parents, our days of being the people our kids want to be with the most are numbered – and that’s a good thing, even though it fills most of us with dread.  If you’re doing the chicken dance with your child at their prom, you’ll probably wish that you weren’t still their most favorite person.

I don’t know what it’s like to have a teenager, but I do know what it’s like to have a 9, 7 and 3 year old – and it’s completely awesome.  They love to do everything I love to do because everything I love to do is juvenile and childlike in appearance.  Roller coasters, jumping on the trampoline, reading joke books and looking for sugar in all possible areas of life – we’re like a perfect e-harmony match.  Holly Yoyo 2Long after my children have put down their yo-yos, I find myself still trying to perfect “around the world.”  And when I’m out with my kids (at the animal shelter, a carnival or passing an ice cream shop) and they want to do something we probably shouldn’t (adopt another animal, go in the fun house twenty times in a row, eat ice cream at ten o’clock in the morning), I think to myself, Why not? There’s no adult around to tell us we can’t and I’ve got a wallet.

Will the teenager versions of my kids want to do these things with me?  Doubtful.   Will the teenager versions of my kids be excited to see me go out in public in cheetah leggings and a studded belt?  No, they would be filled with utter shame and jaw dropping horror, just as nature intended.

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So I push aside our teenager future from my head every day, even though it’s always with me, tapping me on the shoulder, counting down the days in my ear…

For now, everything is perfect, the sun is shining and we’ve all got yo-yos…


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