I've been the mother of a teenager for all of one month and I've already abdicated my position as Cool Mom. I would like to say I did so willingly, but my husband forced my hand with his good example.
Good examples sure can stink sometimes.
It went down like this...
Elise recounted a conversation she was having with her friend. In response to Elise mentioning she wasn't going to a party that weekend, her friend asked, "Why not? It's your mom again, isn't it." Apparently the fact that she has a bedtime, she can't go to dances until she's fourteen, does not yet own a cell phone, and has to check with her parents before RSVPing a party makes us, well, less than cool.
(We also make her do chores and share a room with her sister. Oh, and there is the small matter of my dressing abilities, but her friend couldn't have known that.)
But wait! I was sure the decade between me and the other moms' age allows me to be Cool Mom for at least another few years. I mean I twitter, I text, my hairdo didn't come from the 1980's. I felt sucker punched.
The worst part was Elise had assumed I wasn't letting her go to the party when all I'd said was that I needed to know more information about parental supervision. I was misquoted. I should still be Cool Mom!!!
Anyway, that night I was teasing Elise about stealing my Cool Mom status, when my husband piped in with his opinion:
"I'll tell you what my mom told me, you can always use me as the excuse for anything you don't feel comfortable doing."
Shoot! He was, of course, right. I should play the scapegoat happily. (Don't worry, he was only right for about 5 minutes and then the keys he was sure I'd misplaced were found in his pocket.)
Anyway, have you heard? Strict is the new cool. I am Cool Mom after all, her friends just won't realize it for another 15 years.