“You’re going to be a really cool mom”
When I found out I was pregnant I think my first response was worrying over whether my husband would be happy or totally freaked out. Once we decided that we were a little of both, things were easier, until I announced to a relative of mine that I was having a baby and his response was “You’re going to be a really cool mom”.
Sounds like a compliment, right? Just like the hairdresser who complimented my sense of style, “Oh, you’re going to be one of those hip, cool moms, aren’t you?”. Um. Am I? I never really thought about it. Yeah, so I read Alternadad by Neil Pollack and laughed over Punk Rock Dad by Jim Lindberg of Pennywise, and I guess I just assumed that if I could grow up moshing in the punk underground of the Central Valley and embrace my love of sci-fi then my kids would probably like me…and turn out cool.
Man, I want my kids to be fucking cool! Of course I realilze this begins with me, myself remaining cool while still being a parent, and I further realize that this goes further than playing Operation Ivy tunes to my baby in utero, so stay tuned because this is going to be a wild ride.
