{"version":1,"type":"rich","provider_name":"Libsyn","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.libsyn.com","height":90,"width":600,"title":"Parent's Weekend","description":"On today's Keepin' It Real, Cam shares something he saw last weekend that made him feel a little bit better about things. ----- I'm in Starbucks. It's Saturday. It's Noon. I'm in Tuscaloosa at the corner of Bryant Drive and 8th Avenue. Sororities across the street disgorging young ladies for their morning cups of honey-dew latt\u00e9 with extra chai, extra vanilla essence and a dash of bumble bee eyelashes or something like that. Yoga pants as far as the eye can see. One girl wearing a T-shirt reading Don\u2019t Date Frat Boys. Parents here for fraternity and sorority parent\u2019s weekend. Dads wearing dad jeans and comfy shoes. Moms perfectly coifed wearing fancy sneakers. My son\u2019s fraternity threw a party here in Tuscaloosa last night. The party planners likely said, \u201cGet a band old people will like.\u201d The music was, indeed, for old people. Older than any of the parents there. As soon as I heard the first song, the count began \u2013 how many songs before Mustang Sally. It was seven. There\u2019s not a band that plays under a tent on a lawn at a quote-unquote \u201cold person party\u201d that doesn\u2019t play Mustang Sally within the first ten songs. They don\u2019t exist. It\u2019s as if everyone, including the band, just wants to get it out of the way. The same with Brick House and \u201clet me hear you scream!\u201d The lead singer came on in the second set. Her energy moved a lot of old people to the dance floor. It became an old person\u2019s careful shuffle, protecting aching knees, hips, and backs. Lots of moms and dads who never had dance moves or who had lost their dance moves decades ago packed the dance floor, shaking arrhythmically like dancing on a shaking fault line. Brightly colored wigs appeared. Confetti cannons. Parents shuffling together, ignoring their aches and pains. Advil will take care of tomorrow. I left for the bathroom and returned to find my wife in the front row. She waved me up. I pretended not to see, standing with my son who was rightly proud that his fraternity was entertaining so many people, so many old people, so well. It was a great time. Look at who I now am, my son seemed to be saying, standing next to me. Look at these new friends. This new environment. These new people who know me and like me and search me out in the crowd to say hello. I shook dozens of hands. Tried to remember names. Tried to remember parent\u2019s names. I\u2019m a guest in his world. A new world that he\u2019s forged for himself. Full of new people from far off places who were unknown to him just a short seven months ago. They now laugh together like old friends do. They share funny looks and make references to inside jokes. As a parent you wonder how your children will turn out. What will influence who they are and who they\u2019ll become. You try to raise them right, the way you think is best, but parenting is just a portion of it. There are so many factors. And you wonder. And you worry. And then you see your child thriving in a good environment full of good people. An environment that he\u2019s created for himself. And you smile a bit. And you worry a little less. I\u2019m Cam Marston, just trying to keep it real. ","author_name":"Keepin' It Real with Cam Marston","author_url":"https:\/\/cammarston.com\/keepin-it-real-with-cam-marston\/","html":"