This will sound simple, but it’s not: parenthood forced me to confront many of my bad habits. My French goodbye was a useful avoidance technique. I never had to say aloud, “It’s 8:30 PM, but I’m tired and my stomach hurts. I need to go home.” (Cause why couldn’t I be cooler? Like Gilda Radner in this story
. She had advanced cancer
at the time.)
Alas, I was no Gilda Radner. I’d take my French goodbye, never building the skill of speaking up for my needs. Worse, I was internally clueless. My body would have to scream IT’S TIME TO GO before I’d go. Guess where that screaming is directed when you have two other people in tow? At the two people who least deserve it.
Being a part of a family means facing your own bad habits and articulating your needs, no matter how uncool you reveal yourself to be. These days, I’m trying to get more comfortable with the uncoolness.
It takes effort to be this uncool.
Even though I gave up the French goodbye when my daughter was born 7 year ago, I’m now officially introducing…the California cruise.