Still holding my status

I've never been "cool". I never traveled in the "cool" group in high school and I'm not the "cool" friend that everyone wants to have. I've always been okay with that...the cool kids didn't have anything I thought I wanted or needed and my friends don't like me for my cool factor. That sort of status has never been a goal of mine (as reflected in my hair cut and wardrobe). But this morning, Stephen came up to me and said, "Mom, you are a cool grown up". I never thought that being "cool" would mean so much to me! I feel privileged...like I'm "in". I get to sit at the cool table at lunch and hang around the cool kids at the mall (at the playarea, but still, I'm at the mall with the cool kids). So, it's good to know that I'm still holding my status in his mind. I haven't yet embarrassed him by kissing him or holding his hand in front of his friends. I haven't yet made him roll his eyes because I'm so uncool because I use words like "cool". He hasn't yet felt like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him simply because of my existence. I think when that day comes, though, I'll be okay. Still, being cool isn't a goal of mine especially in the overall span of motherhood. But somehow, I feel cool...simply because my 3 year old, who changes his mind on all things just about every minute and a half, told me so. Somehow, that's more validation than I ever wanted or needed in high school. And somehow, I still feel young, because my kid thinks I'm cool. How cool is that?