In Kelly's Shoes

Chapter 1~Life long commision

All right,first things first. I want you to get rid of the typical cliché mindset that arises when you read about a female.
"She narrates her life,she must be a teenager".

Hate to break it to you,but I'm 32.
"Sure,she must have some insane bad boy crush who she hates,but falls for eventually".
Nope,as a matter of fact, I'm happily married with a 16 year old daughter, I'm also currently pregnant.
So allow me to voice your thoughts,"Why in the world would a 32year old mom narrate her life instead of making grocery lists,baking cupcakes,doing laundry or something?"
Honest answer, I'm not your average mom. Babe,I'm way cooler.......Or so I thought until my daughter Kelly became a teen.
Joe and I had Kelly I6 years ago,it was the happiest day in both our lives.
Her birth opened a huge door in our finances. Joe got a Marketing contract with a famous Architect and things have been going pretty well for us.
Sure,I only get to see him once or twice a month,but hey we can't all be the picture perfect family that visit Amusement parks and take Instagram photos.
#Cute family goals#.
So,its mostly just being Kelly and I.
Two beautiful young women bonding,until last month when Kelly felt because she owned a bra meant she owned the world.
She's been getting on my nerves with her constant nagging and eye rolling. And what hurts the most is that suddenly she thinks she has 'rights'.
I say no boyfriends till your eighteen,she says,"Ugh mom,my generation's eighteen is like your generation's forty five"
I say try to keep your grades up,she says"Mom, how many successful people actually went to school?Abraham Lincoln was sorta like a school dropout but he became the president of our great country.....You're not saying he was wrong,are you?*whispers*l think you could get arrested for that, do you want to?"
Some days I do. Nothing's the same anymore. She attends high school and feels that the true idea of privacy are closed doors and locked phones.
Back in my day,privacy was restricted to the parts of my body that people weren't supposed to see.
I didn't have a smartphone or Netflix or Starbucks and look how great I turned out.

I got up pretty late this morning,probably 'cause for some reason,Kelly decided not to fulfill her life long commission of waking me up on a Monday morning with 'Butter' or 'Peaches' blasting through the speakers.
I felt a kick from the baby,it sure was enough to get me out of bed.
I washed my face and got out of my pajamas.
I yelled for Kelly but there was no response.... as usual. I took a stroll down the hallway to the stairs. "Maybe Kelly's downstairs" I thought.
Sure enough she was,She seemed to be on a call with someone. She kept on giggling and fondling with her hair nervously but quietly.
'OPERATION SCARE THE FLIRTING TEEN' is a go.
"Who are you talking to?!"I asked from behind.
"Cheesecakes mom!!,were you a zombie in your previous life?,You startled me"she said as she immediately hung up on the caller.
"Well,good morning to you too".I stated sarcastically.
"Ugh!!"she scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Remember honey,you promised to drive me to the hospital for my checkup today"I said in a fit to annoy her.
"What about the dude who got you pregnant?"she asked.
"You mean your father,my husband?"I asked.
"Yeah,whatever"she replied while staring at her phone and climbing the stairs.
You see what I mean,I can't believe I quit my acting career and actually sacrificed my time,youth and body in raising a total brat!!
Believe me,I get that Kelly's at that stage where she's bound to rebel a bit ,but she just referred to her father as the 'dude that got me pregnant'.
For me that's way past 'rebelling',its becoming disrespect and that is something I can't stand.
Had you disrespected your parents in the slightest way when I was a kid,your funeral was sure.
You could either die by lethal injection of heartbreaking words,or by lethal force of butt whupping.
But nowadays,its given a fancy tittle,'Abuse'.....in my days,as long as you had a butt,you could get whupped,no questions asked.
"Mom,when you asked me to drive you to the hospital,did you mean today?!"Kelly called from upstairs.
"I'll be done in a minute. Do you want Cereal or Bacon for breakfast?!"I asked.
"What?!"she shrieked as she ran downstairs faster than The Flash.
That's right,I know Barry Allen.
"No,I can't have bacon,I'm on a diet"she said.
"Diet?"I asked.
"Yeah mom,its that stuff you do when you want to......"
"I know what a diet is Kelly,'why' is the real question here"
"Eh,nothing much...Just tryna live the ideal girl fantasy"
"Alright,more for me then"
I watched as she climbed the stairs majestically,I remember leading her up those stairs when she was about two years old. I sincerely miss those days.
Those days when I still had my flawless skin and model body,those days when I had Kelly under control,those days when people actually thought I was too young and beautiful to be a mom.
Now look at me,I barely exist whenever I'm around Kelly.
I used to be a big time celebrity,now I'm just a pregnant 32year old who also happens to be the world's most awkward Mom.
What has my life come to?

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