Rockstar Turned Mommy
by Rockstar Mommy
Welcome to another new columnist to the every growing FTTW Crew: Rockstar Mommy.
People ask me all the time if transitioning into parenthood is a difficult process. Especially if you're what some might consider on the unconventional side. The answer is always a cop-out Yes/No.
I don't believe that anyone, no matter how conventional, is ever ready to be a parent. It's not something you can learn in a book or prepare for. It just hits you. One day you're childless, staying up 'til 3:30AM hopping bars only to get up two hours later to work your ass off to fund your glorious CD/vinyl collection or to pimp out your zippy little four passenger vehicle and thinking, My God! The responsibility! I can't take it! The next, you're staying up 'til 3:30AM trying to cool down the bottle that you overheated as quickly as possible so that your new bundle of joy will stop piercing your eardrums with the blood curdling scream that he/she has already mastered, only to wake up 2 hours later to work your ass off to pay for diapers, onesies, college funds, and (sometimes) anti-depressants, while your CD/vinyl collection collects dust and your friends call you from the bar shouting, "Come out! How hard can it be to get a babysitter?" You often contemplate punching yourself in the face for even remotely considering the fact that Yes, a minivan probably would be more practical and you think, Responsibility?! Gah!! Someone should have told me!!
But while it may not always be easy, it definitely has it's perks. For instance, it's suddenly okay to wear sneakers everywhere - even to church! (Hey! I've got kids! What do you want from me? Take it up with God!). When something embarrassing comes on the iPod shuffle, you can totally blame it on the kids. (That?! Oh, you know, kids and their crappy music these days...) And when they get old enough, you've always got someone around to clean the bathroom. (Score!)
So, yes it's a difficult transition, but one that is totally worth it. If for no other reason than the prodigious amount of pride one feels when her daughter can sing Ramones songs from start to finish before she has learned her entire alphabet. There's nothing that can top that.
Rockstar Mommy writes over here. She swears the Kidzbop on her iPod is not hers.
I wear my docs to church. And always with a skirt.
Posted by: it's not me, I swear | October 18, 2006 12:16 AM
docs in church?
reminds me of a scene out of Surburbia
actually that might not have been a church...
Posted by: the turtle | October 18, 2006 1:01 AM
it was definitely a little chapel.
adn i always knew you were blaming the bad tunes on the toddlers RSM!
yay rockstar is here!
Posted by: kali | October 18, 2006 8:37 AM
Well, my 4 year old can sing along to most of the tunes on The Ramones Anthology and They Might be Giants's "No!" CD, so it ain't all bad.
Now I'm working on Herb Alpert's "Whipped Cream and Other Delights"...possibly the best album cover of all time.
Posted by: Zarba | October 18, 2006 12:36 PM
My kid's favorite song at the moment is 'Ride With Us'. They love the 'We're on a Mission to destroy' part. They are 4 years old, so it fits.
Posted by: Ernie | October 18, 2006 12:49 PM
Love for the Ramones is the greatest love of all (next to having a kid, from what they tell me).
Posted by: Dan | October 18, 2006 12:56 PM
ya zarba, rsm blames TMBG on her kids too...
Posted by: kali | October 18, 2006 1:31 PM
I DO blame TMBG on the kids!! (But they DO really like them!)(I SWEAR IT!)(Oh, shut up!!)
Yay! Kali commented!
Posted by: rsm | October 18, 2006 3:00 PM
I blame all my emo music on my daughter.
I blame Journey on my son.
And I wear sneakers (converse) everywhere. Even to work.
Posted by: michele | October 18, 2006 3:22 PM
My boys know all the Ramones too! I wear my sneakers everywhere, old school Adidas. I'm on the search for Converse mules.
Posted by: Carol | October 18, 2006 3:35 PM
I wouldn't trade being a Dad for anything in the world. Except a Corvette. A blue one. Convertible. Thanks.
Posted by: Charlie | October 18, 2006 3:38 PM
Parenthood is the shit. Teaching my daughters to play guitar is one of my biggest joys.
It's Sketchers, sandals or combat boots for me.
Posted by: Cullen | October 18, 2006 3:48 PM
I saw some pink converse on sale this weekend. I almost bought them.
Should I go back and buy them?
Posted by: shawna | October 18, 2006 5:04 PM
Yes go do it, there's your validation if anyone asks....
Dan told me to.
Dunno. Aren't they cute though?
Posted by: Dan | October 18, 2006 6:00 PM
Go for it, Shawna.
I have brown and black but I was eyeing a white pair.
Posted by: michele | October 18, 2006 6:09 PM
black converse hightops is life
Posted by: the turtle | October 18, 2006 6:40 PM
The boy is the only good thing I've ever done. Bringing him up right is the hardest thing I've ever attempted and easily the most worthwhile...
He serenades us in the mornings, banging on his guitar and singing... Suddenly he'll yell "Rock" and throw horns, signifying that now's the time to applaud... Damn I love that kid....
Oh, and Doc's everywhere... The Doc wingtips for the shop and my three hole greasy's for the house.....
Posted by: thefinn | October 18, 2006 6:50 PM
And I forgot...
Welcome to the fam, RSM....
Posted by: thefinn | October 18, 2006 6:51 PM
Any conversation can be twisted into one about shoes. Definitely buy the pink Converse! My favorite shose right now are black champion slip on runners with pink stripes. Pink is good.
Posted by: Heather | October 18, 2006 6:59 PM
I have black champion slip ons. Those are my "run to the drive thru" shoes.
Slip on shoes, no bra. Love the Dairy Barn.
Posted by: michele | October 18, 2006 7:05 PM
you mean those County Jail shoes?
Posted by: the turtle | October 18, 2006 7:21 PM
I have 17 pair of Converse, 3 of the pink. They're the (almost) perfect sneaker.
Posted by: rsm | October 18, 2006 8:43 PM
the 3.30 am wake up howl was why we originally started co-sleeping. i was so fucking out of it for feedings, we stuck him inbetween us on our already-too-tiny futon mattress. it made it much easier to roll over, pop out a boob, and let him go to town. i was a fucking zombie-slave to the milk-monster, and ended sleeping on the couch for almost the first six months of his life.
yeah. havin' a smallfry is totally easy! woo!
on the other hand, now that he's two, he's a wild man. from crazy morning guitar solo's to singing along to sabbath, to looking like this weird mini-hippie/punk hybrid--he is always the raddest thing to ever come our way.
Posted by: dynamine | October 18, 2006 11:38 PM
nice to read you over here. good addition. i have to ask, do you really go to church? is it the church of rock n roll?
Posted by: kimblahg | October 18, 2006 11:52 PM
You totally summed up what it's like to "transition" into parenthood. It's the hardest job I've ever had, but the most rewarding one too! I absolutely love having my son! He says the funniest things I have EVER heard and he's pretty darn cute too!
Posted by: Heather | October 19, 2006 12:00 AM
*SEVENTEEN* pairs of Converse, three of them pink?! "My Lord?" said Moses, "Jesus wept."
With all that canvas, you could host a WWE Cage Match.
Posted by: adam | October 19, 2006 12:10 AM
I may or may not have Daddy Yankee on my iPod. Those are my kid's favorite. What can I say? He is Hispanic. But it is really embarrassing when a friend shuffles through my iPod and finds that. They are like "WHAT has happened to you?!?"
Parenthood - it makes you do crazy things. Including spending a buck to download a hideous song.
Posted by: Snickrsnack Katie | October 19, 2006 9:42 AM