You know that old saying - "Never work with animals or children?" After today I'm tempted to coin another one - "or with parents!" When our two were younger, we used to joke that the PG parental guidance ratings on films referred to those where watching with Mum and Dad was liable to cause terminal embarrassment to offspring as well as untold trauma to easily shockable parents.
Echoes of that came back to me today as we listened to adult offspring and friend's first go at student radio. They have a regular, weekly slot and this was their first broadcast.
Help - I was more nervous than they were...Far more!
Mercifully (for me, that is!), I'm quite often otherwise engaged with churchy stuff on a Friday afternoon. I don't think I could cope with the strain every week...waiting in fascinated terror for what they might come out with next... those endearing parental quirks and foibles being aired for the entire world (or at least the whole of East Anglia) to hear. Mixed with a strange sense of pride; (Oh dear, I just know I'm going to turn into one of those embarrassing Mothers who burst into tears and reminisce with rose-tinted specs on about "their little boy.") They were actually pretty good. OK, the music wasn't exactly my thing. Nor would I expect it to be. And some of the chat...well, just as well my hearing's none too good - my shockometer might go into overdrive.
But yes, I kind of enjoyed it. I'm indeed A Proud Mummy. My Little Boy has grown up! (Sniff). I'll even forgive you for casting nasturtiums on my texting skills on air. Well done!
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