In the last couple of years I have started to feel older and older. And not because of my age or my physical condition. I’m going to be 29 this year. That’s not exactly old. But I’m afraid having children has made me feel old. I can’t blame them and it’s definitely all my fault, but it has definitely happened as a result of their birth.
I find myself looking at clothes when I go shopping and saying, “gosh, that looks a little trampy!” Or I hear a song on the radio by a 16-year-old boy (who shall remain nameless for fear of serious blogging backlash) and think, “do girls really like the way that sounds and do they really think he’s cute?” And then I’ll say something like, “in my day, JC Chasez was the bees knees and I couldn’t get enough of him or his *NSync bandmates!” (I’m not saying the 16-year-old nameless wonder isn’t the bees knees– I’m just saying I don’t really “get it” because I feel like I missed it.)
Oh my wow. I can’t believe I admitted, in writing, that this is the celebrity I was crushing on in 1999!
Heck, when I watch the Grammy awards, I only know a handful of the nominated songs and artists. I actually turn to the Grammy Awards to find out what I should be listening to.
I know that my music tastes haven’t changed and my personal style hasn’t really changed, but my awareness of what’s out there has changed. I’m more and more aware of what my children are exposed to and what bandwagons kids of their generation will jump on.
When I get in my car, I always turn it on contemporary Christian music, Country music, classic rock, or the music I listened to in college and grad school because that’s what I know and it’s just easier to listen to something I already know. This is when I’m not listening to a Disney CD in order to keep Hudson happy while he sings, “This old man, he played one, he played knick knack on my thumb.”
Just the other day, TC and I were driving the boys somewhere and one of my old favorites, “What’s Up?” by Four Non Blondes came on the radio. TC and I were belting it out and I was thinking, “Hudson is going to think we’re so cool because we know all the words.”
Hudson was actually shouting from the back seat, “No, no no sing! Stop!” He was shaking his head and covering his eyes. He was embarrassed. We’re old!
Do any of you other moms feel this way? Did time seem to stand still when you had kids? I promise I won’t be wearing “mom jeans” because I don’t know any better and failed to pay attention to current fashion trends. That’s where I draw the line!