How I Became Cool

by Marinka on September 3, 2010

If you’re a relatively new parent, let me give you a little heads up–there will come a time when your children will find you incredibly boring. And I don’t mean to brag, but because my children are super-advanced that time for them came a few moments after their birth, while I was busy expelling the placenta. And yes, you’re welcome for that image. Photos coming soon!

Now, 9 year old Young Ladrinka, has been obsessed with baseball the entire summer. He plays, watches, dreams and talks baseball. Nonstop. He’s a superduper Mets fan, with a vigor that reminds me, an English as a second language student, that fan is short for fanatic. Husbandrinka took him to three baseball games this summer and finally had to tell him that due to the financial crisis of our country and our personal need to pay the mortgage and eat, we couldn’t go to any more baseball games this season.

In a shock to us all, Young Ladrinka accepted the news.

Except the other day I got an email from my high school alumni association that said that a fellow alum (where fellow means 20+ years younger) is now playing for the major leagues and tickets are available, for something like 12 cents, to come watch him play at CitiField, would I be interested.

So I got the tickets and Young Ladrinka thinks I’m supercool because I went to school with a major leagues player. Even though we went to school in different decades, Young Ladrinka thinks that we’re friends. Probably sort of best friends. The fact that I don’t remember his name or have any idea which team he actually plays for is not an obstacle, because true friends don’t get hung up on details like that.

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Awesome dude September 3, 2010 at 9:49 am

My mother called it reflected glory. I even remember what it was about. You have to speak to him about it

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CSY September 3, 2010 at 10:23 am

Being the cool parent is ALWAYS nice…until your spouse one ups you.

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GrandeMocha
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September 3, 2010 at 10:42 am

Enjoy it!

I’m never the cool mom. I got to be cool the cool aunt this week. I read in the paper that the Jonas Bros. were doing a meet & greet at Walmart nearby. I told my SIL, who took my niece. She was VERY impressed with my info!

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Jeanne September 3, 2010 at 12:31 pm

Kids don’t apply that cool filter to grandparents do they? Cause I’m really banking on that….

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Glamamom
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September 3, 2010 at 3:30 pm

That is cool. You just jumped up a few notches in my book too.

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Sophie@Fabrications September 3, 2010 at 3:56 pm

I need lessons in cool. Right now my position at home is the bad mama, as opposed to the cool daddy.

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Tracie
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September 3, 2010 at 6:26 pm

Now if only I could find a prima ballerina who I sort-of-not-at-all went to school in the same place-city-country with who would like to give my daughter some ballet lessons for $.12…then I could be the cool parent too.

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Mommy on the Spot September 3, 2010 at 8:01 pm

It’s nice to be The Cool One. I wouldn’t know since Daddy is of celebrity status.

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elenka September 4, 2010 at 7:46 am

But I think you are cool everyday….
Ha. Just wait til they get older.
Get ready to get dumber and dumber as the years go on……Oh yeah, they still love ya, but cheez, you don’t know very much, do ya?

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Miss Welcome September 5, 2010 at 3:11 am

I really love your sense of humor. I kind of thought Russians were serious – you know, Anna Karenina, The Idiot, Notes from Underground … I won’t say War and Peace because I found that surprisingly uplifting.

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Miss Welcome September 5, 2010 at 3:11 am

(I’m kidding. Kinda)

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dusty earth mother September 6, 2010 at 3:23 pm

I’ve always thought you were cool, but then I’m also a mother so it doesn’t count.

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the mama bird diaries
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September 7, 2010 at 1:37 pm

Tell your son that my son is named after a Phillies player. Then he’ll think I’m cool. Right?

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