Some would call it karma. Some would call it inevitable. Some would simply call it life. There is a trade-off when we take on the role of parent that goes something like this:
Child is gained – dignity is lost.
Allow me to illustrate my point. Since having Grace I have:
- Sung all kinds of silly songs (usually involving a variety of actions) loudly, unashamed and in very public places.
- Gone to work unknowingly sporting Petite Filous stains on my crotch which looks highly suspect.
- Played peek-a-boo/hide and seek in inappropriate places. Banks, churches, high brow designer shops and houses of people I don’t know to name but a few.
- Had my bra exposed to a TV salesman mid tantrum.
- Had my left boob exposed to a jacuzzi full of gentlemen with special needs (long story, documented in a previous post, here.)
- Answered the door to the postman forgetting that I had allowed Grace to put bright red lipstick all over my face.
- Answered the door to some charity guy forgetting I was wearing yellow pipe-cleaner antennae.
So what, as responsible, mature parent figures can we do to preserve our dignity?
Who needs dignity anyway?!