My eleven year old was thoroughly repulsed by the newest style and the fact that I may have worn anything resembling such a fashion don't, in her opinion. Explaining to her, clothes like this were the hottest thing and people like MC Hammer wore them didn't help my cause. "Macey who?" she replied.
My eyes grew large, and my life flashed before my eyes with her comment. In my mind, I could see the wooden fence. In the next instant, I saw myself on the other side of the fence. The same side of the fence MY mom was always on. The side my grandma and The Aunts were on. The place where the grass wasn't greener. The place where people, whom I've always loved dearly, were to be treated with respect but were just a little out of touch with the real world.
As horrifying as my realization was, I still chuckled at the fact that I could remember those harem pants like it was yesterday. They were neon purple, and I wore them everywhere. And I don't feel any older now than I did then. I certainly don't feel as old as those people on the other side of the fence have always been.
However the truth remains, my daughters have become me, and I am now the mom on the other side of the fence. No matter how much I want to deny it, the proof looks me in the eyes everyday in the form of their two beautiful faces.
My question is this. How many of you can still remember the color of your harem/parachute pants? Better yet, how many of you still own yours? Tweet