Do you ever have those moments when you run into someone whose kids went to your kids' school, and the name games begin? "Oh, you live in SuburbanArea? I do too. My kids went to RedneckSuburbanHighSchool. Yours did too? I bet they know each other. My son's name is JoeFootballStar. What's your daughter's name?" At which time I cringe a little inside, knowing that if JoeFootballStar does remember my daughter, it's going to be as she was then (permiscuous girl who skipped school a lot and ended up leaving before senior year amidst all sorts of rumors). For purposes of this example (and the conversation that just came up), I mean my Youngest. Sometimes, because of my tendency towards "gallows humor," I'm tempted to make jokes: "umm yeah, he probably remembers her, but don't hold that against her." Not nice, and my daughter would be hurt. Sometimes, I want to be too honest "yeah, he probably remembers her. She had some trouble in high school, but is doing wonderfully now." Mostly, I just give her name in return, say I'll ask if she remembers that person's son, and leave it at that. And then the conversations about "where are they now" begin, and of course JoeFootballStar went to college, and is on the Dean's list, and expects to graduate and get a SuperResponsibleJobMakingGreatMoney. OK, that last part can be a bit of an exaggeration. It's not that I'm ashamed of my daughter. I'm really proud of how far she's come since high school. And I really don't necessarily *care* what people think or what their kids might say to them about my daughter. It's just.... uncomfortable. I'm not upset about it, I just find it interesting, the feelings that can be stirred up over what is really a perfectly normal conversation between two "parents emeritus." But when you're a parent of an difficult child, it takes on a different dimension. Does that make sense? Maybe one day this won't phase me in the least, but right now, it's just... an odd feeling.