My son, the socially awkward rock star
I'm hiding in the kitchen. Our house looks like the TV show Hoarders. We had hardwood floors put in two weeks ago. Today, the guys are here ripping up all the carpet upstairs and laying tile in our workout room and laundry room. I started packing up the house in February to do the floors. My living room is stacked to the ceiling with drawers and laundry baskets. My garage is full of toys and bookshelves. The new neighbor across the street asked this past weekend if we were lamp importers because the garage door was open and all our lamps where sitting right there. Yesterday, I mentioned to another mom at school that we were getting carpet today and her reply was, "You didn't already do that?" Yeah, it's time to talk of other things.
Such as my wonderful almost six foot tall 13 year old. He's got glasses, braces, acne and is a rock star. The one has to outweigh the other three, right? This past January, the Nateman joined a local School of Rock and spent every Monday evening for the past four months learning what it's like to be in a band. Showcase night was last week and the band, along with three other bands of kids ranging from 9 to 49 years old, got on stage at the local bar and ROCKED! I'm not just saying that because I'm his mom. I have proof - on YouTube no less! (My kid is the one with the light up t-shirt.)
Now the part I find most amusing. After his musical debut in the elementary production of Beauty and the Beast (won wave reviews as Lumiere, complete with bad French accent he learned off the web) last year, we all knew he can sing. But everytime I suggested he sing for the band, he said, "NO!" All in caps, too. But somehow, after a rousing, successful gig at the bar and learning the next showcase is no where else but The Hard Rock Cafe in Seattle in August, my son comes into the kitchen on Tuesday and announces, "I can sing The Fray!"
Treading lightly, I refrained from saying, "Well duh!" but I just couldn't resist pointing out that if he invited a girl to the next showcase and sang "Cable Car", she'd fall madly in love with him. Keep in mind, we don't talk to girls. We don't know what to say to girls. Every other time I've asked about a girlfriend, I get a door slam, another all caps, "NO!" or a look that would wilt a cactus. So what did my son say to my suggestion?
Without missing a beat, he answered, "She would!"
And being the good mom I am, I let it go. :)
Such as my wonderful almost six foot tall 13 year old. He's got glasses, braces, acne and is a rock star. The one has to outweigh the other three, right? This past January, the Nateman joined a local School of Rock and spent every Monday evening for the past four months learning what it's like to be in a band. Showcase night was last week and the band, along with three other bands of kids ranging from 9 to 49 years old, got on stage at the local bar and ROCKED! I'm not just saying that because I'm his mom. I have proof - on YouTube no less! (My kid is the one with the light up t-shirt.)
Click to viewNow the part I find most amusing. After his musical debut in the elementary production of Beauty and the Beast (won wave reviews as Lumiere, complete with bad French accent he learned off the web) last year, we all knew he can sing. But everytime I suggested he sing for the band, he said, "NO!" All in caps, too. But somehow, after a rousing, successful gig at the bar and learning the next showcase is no where else but The Hard Rock Cafe in Seattle in August, my son comes into the kitchen on Tuesday and announces, "I can sing The Fray!"
Treading lightly, I refrained from saying, "Well duh!" but I just couldn't resist pointing out that if he invited a girl to the next showcase and sang "Cable Car", she'd fall madly in love with him. Keep in mind, we don't talk to girls. We don't know what to say to girls. Every other time I've asked about a girlfriend, I get a door slam, another all caps, "NO!" or a look that would wilt a cactus. So what did my son say to my suggestion?
Without missing a beat, he answered, "She would!"
And being the good mom I am, I let it go. :)