Then came the 90s, and my mother was the only mother still wearing Mom Jeans. She was the last mom to receive the memo that these pants were a mean joke.
But hope was about to visit me! One day I happened upon an intervention.
I was so excited to finally have another source besides myself to wipe away the Mom Jean blindness from her eyes. This would be it. We would burn her jeans together. It would be a wonderful mother/daughter activity that would bond us together forever.
The video played. I watched my mom's face intently. I was excited to witness first hand the unveiling of the blindness of her eyes that was 10 years overdue.
This was my only hope:
The video came to completion.
There she sat silently staring at the t.v.
"Mom?" I called out her name. Her response might be more dramatic than anticipated. Maybe I should hug her, hold her, pat her on the back for support.
And then she spoke.
With her jaw dropped open wide, she turned her head to look me in the eyes, and said with all seriousness,
"I need to go to J.C. Penny and get myself some of those jeans."