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Does This Mean I’m a Grown-Up?

Fraser sprung it on me a few weeks ago. It wasn’t good news. I’ve always fancied myself as a “cool” person.  I won’t admit that to many people. I confess, I’m vain. Unfortunately my progeny have adopted my hipster tendencies, refusing to wear anything dorky in favor of skinny jeans secured with studded belts.

I was casually informed that my trendy tendencies would have to fall by the wayside come next summer. We are embarking on a three-week canoe trip with the kids complete with 49 portages (so far) and days packed with long stretches on the water. We’re gonna have to get some proper sun hats, I was told. Baseball hats aren’t gonna cut it for a three-week summer trip. What?! At best I’ll sport a beat up trucker hat or my overpriced, pre-abused straw cowboy hat (I won’t even tell you what I paid for it to come with an “authentic” frayed brim). How will I be able to look at myself in a mirror sporting one of those wide-brimmed, side-snapped numbers I swore I’d never wear? Simple, where we’re going there are no mirrors.

I suppose I have to admit that I’ve arrived at a place in my life where it’s time to make choices based on different criteria. I can’t  be the teenager standing at the bus stop with my coat open and no hat or mitts in sub-zero temperatures. I’m the mom and it’s my job to set a good example. Ugh. Did I just say that? We can’t risk getting burns or heat-stroke, so I’ve launched my search for the perfect hat. I’m starting now to give myself plenty of time to get used to the idea.

So which hat to choose? There is the safari style, the oiled canvas, the waterproof tripper, the one with the embroidered flowers, or maybe a built-in bug net?  So many choices.  Whichever one I finally decide on, I have every intention of making it look good. I’ll add it to my tendency toward socks with sandals and shorts over long underwear while on trip and I’m going to have to admit that I’m a full-on camper. I predict that camper cool is gonna be the next “it” thing though and I’m going to rock it. And if it doesn’t catch on? At least I can rest easy in the knowledge that my boys and I won’t spend our nights peeling burnt skin off of each others noses. And I take comfort in the fact that there wont be any evidence of my leap into the responsible. I’m the photographer 😉

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