My 14-year-old daughter says I’m cool. ”Really?” I asked her, swinging around in my chair as I munched on a crunchy Gala apple. ”Yeah, you are,” she said. ”Not like a lot of moms who are all fat and out of it and everything …” ”Hey, some people can’t help it, you know?” ”Yes they can,” she answered fast. ”I’m glad you’re cool … My friends think you are, too.”
All right. So I’m a cool mom. You want to know the secret?
Don’t take any lip. Be aware with eyes in the back of your head. Hold your kids accountable. Make them have good manners. Make them do their homework, eat vegetables, get exercise. Call their bluffs. Know that they will seek out every loop hole in every equation if it means they will end up getting their way and work darned hard to close that loop hole yourself.
I’m cool. Cuz I don’t buckle on nothin’.
