The Sweet Taste of Denial

Wes and I have been watching Friday Night Lights (the show) lately. To be honest, I was dragged kicking and screaming to it. Can you blame me? It’s a show about a high school football-obsessed small town in Texas. The premise alone makes me want to roll my eyes.

Then, it won me over. Bit by bit, the characters wriggled into my brain and now I’m really enjoying myself.

One fly in the ointment though: I am now terrified of the inevitable teenage daughter years.

Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH. The sass, the rolled eyes, the defiance. Just thinking about it makes me want to wrap myself in a soft blanket and hide from my own child.

For now, though, she’s sweet and cuddly and smells like baby, so I’ll dwell in intentional denial and pretend she’ll never be mean to me when she grows up.

While we’re at it, I’ll pretend Aidan will never date a girl who doesn’t like me, I won’t ever get wrinkles, and someone will announce a new diet any day now that’ll allow me to lose vast sums of weight subsisting on chocolate and wine alone.

Mmmmmm, denial tastes goooooood.

2 thoughts on “The Sweet Taste of Denial

  1. I hear you. Oh, how I hear you. Good grief, LO’s already had so many strangers tell her she’s pretty (or her hair, or whatever) that despite my best efforts her response is not ‘thank you’ but ‘I know.’ Sigh.

    Of course, the defiance hit at 2 here so you might not have quite as long to be in denial as you might think. In the meantime? Stock up on chocolate and wine!

  2. -Blanche, At least it’s comforting to know that sass isn’t limited to just girls. Aidan has definitely been drinking the sassy child Kool-Aid.

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