Lindsay Lohan is my daughter.
My daughter made the cheer/drill team at her high school. As a *freshman*. As a freshman who just got to this state a mere two months ago and knows *no one*. As a freshman in a tryout pool of over 60 girls and only 6 slots open. She apparently has some latent popularity gene which is now tossing it's shining mane and bursting through the helix to claim it's rightful Homecoming Queen tiara.
I am so screwed.
This is just what Ariel Gore was writing about in her last book. Which I of course blithely traded in to the Book Exchange cause I thought it didn't apply to me. But then I think a number of Laws of the Universe don't apply to me either.
I'm thrilled for her - truly I am. She works hard - helps me out immensely - gets good grades - is in an honors program and doesn't have a mean bone in her body. She really is a good kid.
I feel like the Paul Hamm of the DNA Olympics. I have royally screwed up in the mothering department on many occasions yet I managed to raise a gold medalist. I only hope that my coaching in perserverance, fortitude, grace under pressure are the foundation on which she builds her own skills.
High school was hell for me - sheer utter living nine circle hell. I didn't even manage to graduate. I'm the medieval peasant who believes high school is flat - it sucks for everyone. A. is disproving my theory with disarming ease. It's fun! It's great! I guarantee she will probably organize all the gala reunions after graduation.
I guess I'll just keeping imparting my survival wisdom and allow A. to dust off the bitterness and polish my words into a warm glow of motherly advice and know no matter how half-assed I appear, I'm trying - Maude knows I'm trying.
G. (younger dd) glared in awe and loathing when we arrived home with the news. I swear they are just like that Dell commercial with the goth chick and super prep dorm roommates. Bound by some inexplicable cosmic prank together.
A. is trying to woo G. to the Light Side. The bright spangly sequinned side.
I am so screwed.
This is just what Ariel Gore was writing about in her last book. Which I of course blithely traded in to the Book Exchange cause I thought it didn't apply to me. But then I think a number of Laws of the Universe don't apply to me either.
I'm thrilled for her - truly I am. She works hard - helps me out immensely - gets good grades - is in an honors program and doesn't have a mean bone in her body. She really is a good kid.
I feel like the Paul Hamm of the DNA Olympics. I have royally screwed up in the mothering department on many occasions yet I managed to raise a gold medalist. I only hope that my coaching in perserverance, fortitude, grace under pressure are the foundation on which she builds her own skills.
High school was hell for me - sheer utter living nine circle hell. I didn't even manage to graduate. I'm the medieval peasant who believes high school is flat - it sucks for everyone. A. is disproving my theory with disarming ease. It's fun! It's great! I guarantee she will probably organize all the gala reunions after graduation.
I guess I'll just keeping imparting my survival wisdom and allow A. to dust off the bitterness and polish my words into a warm glow of motherly advice and know no matter how half-assed I appear, I'm trying - Maude knows I'm trying.
G. (younger dd) glared in awe and loathing when we arrived home with the news. I swear they are just like that Dell commercial with the goth chick and super prep dorm roommates. Bound by some inexplicable cosmic prank together.
A. is trying to woo G. to the Light Side. The bright spangly sequinned side.