It was only many years into motherhood, that the tide shifted from that of a disciplinarian ally, to being that of a submissive follower. One time as we were on our way out for dinner, my daughter insisted I change my wardrobe. “Why?” I asked.
“you look old and your colors are not coordinated.'
“who cares, “ I said,
“WE DO!!!” cried my husband and children in unison.
I'm not a fashionista, so I guess it was more for their sake of facing embarrassment than my being criticized as having no taste. Oh, and speaking about taste and intelligence, my husband and I would have countless debates on who was the smarter person. But in the end, I would concede that my hubby was the more intelligent one and the one with taste, after all, he married me.
Even when it came to music, I thought my kids and I were synchronized. We were woodstock baby boomers, and today's head banger music is no comparison to the led zepilin and jimi hendrix of our days. To me, music is universal and therefore had no barriers, but I guess I was wrong because when I asked my son if he wanted to watch a concert, our conversation went something like this.
“Isaiah, you want to go see the APO? They're good you know.”
“Who are they, mom?” asks Isaiah. (my 21 year old son is clueless about this group)
“ You know, they're those three funny guys who sing and dance and tell jokes.”
“am I suppose to know them?” ask my son.
“YES! They're icons of the pinoy music industry, they're famous, anak!.”
“what do they sing? English, bisaya or tagalog.” asks my son.
“they sing English, but mostly tagalog, and I think they did some bisaya songs for fun.”
“but I have a hard time understanding tagalog, mom” he said, “and why should I see them?”
“because one of them is my friend and I want you to.” I said.
“Oh! Now I know who those three guys are. And which one is your friend?” He says.
“The tall cute one.” I answered.
“Ah you mean Tito and the other two are Vic and Joey.” said Isaiah ......... I fell off my chair.!
Two weeks ago, I posted in facebook some pictures of the Philippine parade in New York City. The TFC float featured young stars, whom I had no idea as to their identity, but my friends knew them as a Sarah G. and a Christian B. Then a week later, I posted again pictures of the Puerto Rican parade where a picture of a famous rapper I photographed whom I later found out was a p. diddy.....diddy know him at all is what I can say.
I normally take it when my kids call my attires baduy or my music bakya, but when they start ridiculing me that 'am old' I say---”WAIT A MINUTE!!!” But then when I reflect that life is indeed moving too fast at a speed I can't even keep up with, I now think twice.
Being termed as 'old' has its advantages, it depends how you perceive it to be. For one thing, your secrets are safe with your friends because they won't be able to remember them either. And besides, experience is the best resume just like the best wine and fruit cakes taste excellent when aged.
And before I end let me make you smile by reading this:
Having been playing outside with his friends, a small boy came into the house and asked, “Grandma, what is it called when two people sleep in the same room and one is on top of the other?”
His grandma was surprised to hear such a forthright question from a six year old but decided to answer as honestly as she could. “Well,” she said hesitantly, “it's called sexual intercourse.”
“Oh okay,” said the boy, and he ran outside to carry on playing with his friends.
A few minutes later, he came back in and said angrily, “ Grandma, it isn't called sexual intercourse. It's called bunk beds. And Jimmy's mom wants a word with you.!”
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