My husband told me the other day i dance like a mum. Actually, he laughed like a hyena saying “oh no, that’s terrible, stop it!” I’m sure my dancefloor moves used to be perfectly acceptable, he’s certainly never commented on it before. Ok so i’ve never been Mrs Timberlake, but I don’t think you’d have pointed me out in the crowd and had a good laugh. Has my dancing changed, or are we just more sober now than we used to be?
There are lots of things these days that I have to question myself about being too old to do. Watching Hollyoaks, listening to Radio 1, liking a band whose members were born before I went to school, wearing plaits, sitting on someone’s lap on the tube, doing the running man when overexcited (give me a few glasses of cava and I’m a regular vanilla ice. Hmmm, maybe my husband had a point..)
So, when exactly did i go from “moderately cool” to totally U-N-C-O-O-L? Suddenly you find yourself unable to have a conversation with anyone between the ages of 16 and 25 for fear of looking stupid. At the hairdressers the other day I had my hair washed by an 18 yr old girl, an experience which profoundly aged me. Not only was I shocked to discover she was born in 1992, but she talked at me for 30 mins about house music and i didn’t understand a word of it – minimal house, fidget house, micro house, midget house? (ok I made that last one up). Point is, i used to know something about house music. Now not only am I not the youth of today, but i’m not even in touch with them.
And what about our kids? It’s fine at the moment. 3 yr olds still think you rule so really you’re just embarrassing yourself. But what must that day be like when it all changes. Your little friend suddenly turns round and says, “I don’t want to hold your hand mum”, or even worse “can you drop me off round the corner from the party”? If i feel a little miffed now at my husband telling me my dancing is embarrassing, I’m gonna feel like all kinds of loser when my kids turn round and disown me.