Television always shows moms as either hopelessly old-fashioned, or Amy-Poehler-in-Mean-Girls style, awkwardly trying to cram into skinny jeans and tube tops in an attempt to relive their 20’s.
If you’ve met my mom, you know she somehow has managed to fall somewhere in the middle. My mom isn’t a poser-20-something, but my friends always love my mom, and she’s the life of the party. She can get along well with my friends without crossing the line into awkward you-aren’t-a-teenager territory. I’ve long been proud of having the coolest mom ever (an honor I bestowed myself with).
The downside of all of this is that I’m pretty sure my mom is actually cooler than me. Awkward, I know. You’d think that the whole being-a-20-something thing would help me look cooler to my fellow 20-somethings, but I’m convinced that my mom is still literally cooler than me. Some of the evidence:
- People from high school who hated me still have ten-minute chats with my mom when they see her in public.
- I think more of my friends post on my mom’s FB wall for her birthday than they do for mine.
- In the past, when friends have stopped by my house and I’m not home, they’ve ended up chatting with my mom for 3 hours instead.
- Old classmates from high school who I hardly talk to have actually asked me to pass messages on to my mom.
- The only party I’ve ever been at where the cops got called was a party in a park…that my mom was heading up. (No alcohol, just a lot of really loud music)
- At social events, people have actually asked me if my mom was coming.
- They looked disappointed when I said no.
- People are more likely to refer to me as Darcy’s daughter than they are to refer to her as Taylor’s mom.
- My mom has inside jokes with my friends that I actually don’t understand.
- I have the sneaking suspicion that if it wasn’t weird, my friends would hang out with my mom even if I weren’t around.
- My mom is way more up-to-date on pop culture than I am. Case in point: once, she had to correct me on the lyrics to a Jay-Z song.
They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and in a lot of respects that’s true. We have the same ridiculously thick hair, the same tendency to snort when we laugh, and oftentimes we unconsciously dress the same. But apparently when it comes to social desirability, my mom kept those genes to herself.
Is your mom cooler than you?