Seriously, I did date that guy, and more.
What you share with your kids and what you don’t is up to your own comfort level. You don’t want to tell them everything. They don’t need to know it all. But you don’t want to tell them nothing. But this isn’t exactly what this post is about.
How do your kids see you now? Who are you? What do you do? Do they know? Do they care? They should care. They should be thrilled.
Do a little bit of PR work on your own kids. Seriously, if you’re a parent you need public relations.
How do your kids see you?
I’m not talking about “honor thy mother and father,” or anything to do with authority. I’m not going to discuss examples of piss poor bad parenting. I’m not going to talk about being perfect.
I’m talking image. AND when you live with teens you know that IMAGE is EVERYTHING.
And don’t tell me it isn’t because I know even kids who SAY they don’t care DO. The very image of not caring about image is their image.
Seriously, listen to me. Your kids are growing up. They’ll be adults soon. Who are they going to turn to as an example of a well adjusted, interesting, happy adult? YOU. I hope it is you.
But wait. Don’t worry. This is nothing to stress over. Just be yourself. Show your kids your best self. Show them the interesting self that deep down in your heart and soul make you who you are. Not the parent. Not the spouse. Not anything that is connected to anyone. Show your kids YOU. Let them know who you are.

What did you want to be when you were a teen? What do you want to do now? Or do you love where you are? Share that with your teen. And if your dream didn’t happen put a positive spin on it. Over the years some dreams grow, some dreams get hidden away, some dreams die, and some live on.
I’ve always done things a little different from others, so no surprise that I blog about Vampires and parenting. Then again, even though every tells me I’m unique and different, I feel that we are all unique and different. Let’s celebrate that with our teens. I mean, who better than your own teen or young adult to celebrate with.
Share your hopes and dreams. Share your long winded stories. Tell them about what you do at work (if you love your job.) Tell them what you love, and tell your kid that one day he or she will have something they’ll love just as much. Passion isn’t just romance. It is the love of doing – even if you aren’t good at it.
Everyone talks of role models for kids. Forget public figures. Make yourself the best role model out there. Don’t be modest. Even the parent with the quiet life, or the simple life, has lessons to teach, and interesting things about herself to share.
For example, among other things, I get most of the answers on Jeopardy correct. Then when everyone else gets it wrong I tell my husband, “You are married to the smartest woman in the world.” Then my kids agree. I’m good at trivia. My kids think that is cool. See where I’m going with this? We all have something we’re good at. Don’t hide it from your kids. Share it with them. Maybe it will spark their passions – even if those passions are different from yours. Try it. It works. Believe me on this one.
You don’t have to make a fool out of yourself trying to be hip and cool, because you already are. Just be yourself, and let your kids know who that is.
That’s all. Nothing profound.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Speaking of, the Jeopardy online test for the following season is next week. You oughta try it out if you’ve never taken it before (I do every year and always fail it!) It would certainly help your image if your kids could say, “Hey! That was my mom on Jeopardy!”
You know Vampires don’t photograph well. But hey, I should take the test. I win every trivia contest and game I’m in. Thanks.
And some great example of parenting I am. Today I lost my keys taking the dog for a walk to the lake. Backtracked four miles and couldn’t find them. Then my phone bombed out and is showing nothing but weird red bars of death. Now I have to use the kid’s phone and have the car towed to the dealer to have a new key made. Ugh. On a good parenting note I don’t think I said one bad word through the entire thing. That is a record for me.
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