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Oct
17
2007

This morning, I was paying for my large skim cafe mocha, when the entire contents of my wallet fell on the floor of the coffee shop. Lots of change, credit cards, receipts, business cards and old photos were scattered amongst everyone’s feet. As I scrambled to pick up the mess, a guy bent down to help me and said, “It’s so embarrassing, right?”

Inconvenient? Yes. Time consuming? Yes. Embarrassing? Not really. That’s when I realized that my definition of “embarrassment” has really changed. Something about the experience of walking down the street, with a screaming, tantruming toddler, while trying to look like you are still a good mother, tends to make one a little tougher in that department.

The last time I was really embarrassed was when I was in my late 20s and dating a much younger guy (eight years younger, ok? He was really hot.) and after an evening of youthful romance, I had a umm… how should I say it… a huge hickey. On my neck. My girlfriends thought it was hilarious. I did not. Especially because I had to go to work the next day as a TV reporter and no amount of foundation was going to cover that thing up. So I ran out and bought several sleeveless mock turtlenecks (since it was the middle of summer) and wore them until my not-so-little love blemish eventually faded.

As a kid, I remember being embarrassed a lot – mostly by my parents. My dad had very big, very curly hair, an Art Garfunkel doo that made me cringe. And I thought my mother danced funny. I would get so embarrassed when she pulled out her best moves. For the record, I’m sure her moves were pretty normal.

So I wonder how long until I hear those words, “mom, you’re embarrassing me” from Dylan or Summer. Obviously, it’s extremely difficult to imagine because Rick and I are so cool. Yeah, right.


7 Responses to oh i am so embarrassed

  • Allison Teweles says:

    Brian (4) has already pulled out the look of shame. I was rocking out to Justin T. at a stop light on the way to school (yeah, you've seen me. I'm at that long light at Dairy Road and Rugby, shakin' my groove thang in the driver's seat.)

    Normally, Brian's right there, singing about how he's bringing sexy back. But I guess the shame just hit him that morning and he gave me a big, "MooooOOm! Stop! Someone might see you!" Seriously? You're FOUR. What the heck?! Wait 'til he finds out I have a facebook page. Then he'll REALLY be embarassed!

  • Valerie says:

    Great post, Kelcey, I could completely relate to the shift in the embarrassment scale, especially the part about "trying to look like you are still a good mother." In terms of being called out by my kids, I was singing along to "The Muffin Man" with Landon (2 1/2) this morning on the way to preschool, thinking we were having this fun bonding moment, when he hits me with "Mommy, you should not sing." Nice. I can only imagine what it will be like when he's 12.

  • Jen says:

    Had to respond, only because I think I remember the hickey experience. Oh, memories! Good thing I've never been embarassed like that — yeah, right!! 🙂 Keep up the great writing KK!


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