It finally happened. I embarrassed my son. He was incredible on the basketball court – as incredible as an 8-year old can be. He’d actually made two shots to help his team win the game! I was so proud. I shouted – a lot – during the game. During one of my “let’s go” moments, I let a nickname slip. It’s not a “cutey” name or doesn’t contain the words “sweetie, honey or precious”, so I thought I was in good shape. After his face morphed into a deer caught in headlights, he frantically waved his hands “nooooo!” from the court. I thought I was just too loud, lol. Turns out, after the game, he explained that I could only call him “Andrew” on the court. My face fell. I was crushed. Really? Yes, really.
And the list has grown. I also am not supposed to randomly kiss him in public, and I can’t be too silly, lest any of his friends are around. Plus, I can’t mention certain TV shows he watches or fun things he does at home, in case it’s too silly. I mean, really, how am I supposed to remember all this?!
I can’t believe the regulations from my 8 year old. Sniff sniff. Not on the court, indeed ….
I’m that mom. The one that was at the school all the time, volunteering, taking part, active. I monitor what they watch, who they spend time with, their computer usage, etc. They brush their teeth twice a day, floss every night and eat veggies (or some semblance thereof – something green) every day. I’m by no means perfect, but I’m a pretty involved momma. Sometimes overboard, but I’m entitled. Well, one of those “overboard” times caught up with me … with Angry Birds.
I heard the name of the game, saw the t-shirts and advertisements, and immediately decided it belonged in the bad influence/my kids won’t be watching that crowd. I knew nothing about the game, mind you. It just thought it sounded, well, angry. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw a dear friend, whose parenting approach I trust completely, letting her kids play the game. Once I got over my initial shock, I was intrigued. If she trusted it to let her kids play it, maybe I’d let my boys give it a whirl. So I did my due diligence. I checked out the game. Played a couple of rounds. Had to have it pried from my hands. My research paid off, and I decided it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Lol.
And that was several days … and scores of games … ago. Goes to show you can’t always judge a book … or a game … by its cover.
Now where is my Angry Birds game?