The one where I am the least embarrassing parent

One wet Sunday in October, after an afternoon of nagging by my twelve year old daughter, the man of the house finally crumbled and bought tickets for a JLS concert that felt like a million years away.

“She’ll probably go off them by April anyway,” he said.

(She hasn’t. She has actually been counting down the days ever since.)

“I’ll take her,” he said.

(Yes, wine had been consumed over a lingering lunch.)

Roll on those few months and here we are, set to go and see JLS tonight. And when I sayΒ weΒ of course I mean me and my daughter, much to the amusement of the man of the house. Apparently, Daddy is just too embarrassing. For a minute there, I was actually overjoyed to be the least embarrassing parent for once but then I realised that the price I was paying for this was getting to spend the evening at a bloody JLS concert. Oh.

And of course, there are added conditions. Apparently, I can’t wear anything too tragic. Quite what this actually means, I’m not sure but it rules out pretty much all of my wardrobe. Oh, and I’m definitely not allowed to wear anything in JLS colours in case anyone thinks that I actually fancy them. Because that would just be mortifying of course. I don’t fancy them by the way. Although I have been reliably informed by my lovely chum Mrs S, who has been dragged to see JLS by her daughters before, that their abs are quite easy on the eye. Not that I’ll be looking of course *cough* My daughter has also put JLS on my iPod because it is essential that I learn all of the lyrics by tonight. But, and it’s a big but, I’m not actually allowed to sing while I’m there. Not that I would want to inflict my singing voice on anyone of course. Ahem.

The thought of a whole arena of screaming girls and having to sit through hours of support bands who I have never even heard of (never mind the main event itself) is enough to have me reaching for a hip flask. And earplugs. But can I let you into a teeny tiny secret? I’m actually looking forward to it. It will be my daughter’s first concert and I’m actually thrilled to be sharing that first with her. I can only hope that her taste in music improves some time in the near future. It will also be lovely to spend some time with my beautiful big girl, just the two of us (and a few thousand strangers too but you know what I mean)

And the chance to be deemed the least embarrassing parent for (probably) one night only?


37 thoughts on “The one where I am the least embarrassing parent

  1. Middle-Aged Matron says:

    What a comfort to hear that someone as mostly yummy as you suffers the same as I do! My daughter is so mortified by me in my Boden knitwear that the schoolgate mums lent me some leopard print the other week. And I’ve never even heard of JLS (but I did get to a Dolly Parton concert last year, only my 9yo wasn’t as awed as I’d hoped!)


  2. mummydaddyme says:

    I must secretly admit to liking JLS. I think you will have a fab time. And they are easy on the eye. πŸ˜‰ And it will be great to share that experience with your daughter. Have loads of fun. Just don’t come back in a JLS t shirt. And if you do please put it on the blog. πŸ˜‰ x


  3. icklebabe says:

    Hun, thanku, thanku ! you have made my friday morning, too too funny! cant wait to hear what happened when you get to meet the JLS massive ;D xxxx


  4. Mummy and Beastie (@Mummyandbeastie) says:

    I can’t wait for these moments but they also sounds terrifying. An arena packed with JLS fans, I think the adult ones would scare me more! You will have to decide what kind of dancing you are going to do, maybe that awkward one that people do when they don’t really know how to dance to the music? make sure you blog about it, can’t hear how it goes πŸ™‚ x


  5. itsamumsworld says:

    Lol, very funny, hope you both enjoy it lots and lots. I still remember my friend being dragged to a Jason Donovan concert aged 11 because her mum wanted to go and didn’t want to admit it πŸ˜‰ x


  6. glosswitch says:

    Just going to see JLS is cool. The ONLY pop concert I have EVER been to is Showaddywaddy at the Carlisle Sands Centre. This is so uncool you probably don’t even know who I’m talking about. My poor sons have a nightmarish time ahead of them.


  7. @somethingblue_2 says:

    I am now feeling incredibly sorry for dragging my Mum to a Steps concert (first time round, of course!) and also slightly terrified that anything you own could be thought of as tragic! That means that there is absolutely no help for me! I dread to think what kind of concerts I’m going to have to attend when JW is old enough to go . . . hopefully not heavy metal or anything though! x


  8. Karen Jones (@allaboutheboys) says:

    hehehe! bit late to comment as I have been away this weekend and now the big event will be over. Hope you had a wonderful time. Reminds me a little of when a fellow devon tweeter and myself went to an Olly Murs concert and were surrounded by 14 yr olds.

    I am ABSOLUTELY certain you would not have embarrassed said child. You are Mrs Style herself xxx


  9. Serene Motherhood says:

    You’ve just made me realise that I really do need to take a moment and enjoy all the “firsts” with my daughter while she is young, cos soon she’ll be older and not wanna hang out with mom…Thanks for the reminder

    Serene Motherhood


  10. alysonandrew says:

    this did make me laugh – I was always volunteered to do this for my brothers daughters and can list, Steps x 3 (original Steps – not the comeback), Atomic Kitten and Take That (original) to my wall of concert shame with them – I must confess I did laugh a LOT at Steps but mainly at the misery of other parents enduring taking their children along. The screaming will get a bit mind bending – or rather it did for me – I have the joys of One Direction to *look forward to* next year *sigh*


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