It’s a Personal Paradise Tuesday again and I have a fun one to share today!
As a Mama to 4 boys and 1 girl who are either completely uninspired by fashion, or still learning the ropes of basic coordination skills, we often end up with some interesting outfit combinations. Throw that into the mix of a Mama who is a bit of a perfectionist and likes things (and her kids!) to look nice when we go out – and we often end up with me feeling a little frustrated and frazzled and the kids feeling a little criticized. I do try to be gentle and teach them how to decide what is appropriate to wear to things like church or special events but sometimes when I am seriously outnumbered, it probably comes out a little too strongly.
So this past Sunday had us starting our day with the following scenario: I walked out of my bedroom to find a small boy in shorts and a none-to-attractive t-shirt. I tell said boy that he needs to go change, post-haste, so we can get on the road soon. He grumps and fussed down the stairs. A few minutes later he returns in beautiful grey dress slacks, a red plaid shirt, and a pale blue and yellow argyle-style sweater vest. Yikes! I tell him he made some beautiful choices but the sweater vest needs to be saved for next time. More grumbling. Next child – a taller one this time – presents himself looking like he has combed his hair with a snowblower. Said boy is sent to rectify the situation happening on his head. The next child is examined to make sure that the undergarments aren’t sticking out in sight since that is a distinct possibility given that one’s track record.
Off we go finally after convincing that first small boy that he does actually need socks and shoes.
After our arrival, while crossing the street, I look at the socks on my middle boy. The are distinctly inside out and it does look a little funny since they are also a little big so it’s pretty obvious to everyone who looks that he didn’t manage to get them on quite right. Sigh. Then I look at his legs again. And I look at him standing next to his sister and sigh a different sigh. He is almost as tall as she is even though he is two and a half years her junior. Not only that, but his legs look like they belong on a baby giraffe. How tall he has gotten!
At that point, all the frustrations of trying to get out of the house looking presentable melted away. I know that this feels like it will always be like this for me sometimes, but the reality is that these silly kids who can barely match their socks are almost out of this phase. Pretty soon they won’t want my advice on their attire and they probably won’t need it either. They will be able to groom themselves without help and I will have the ability to spend a little extra time painting my nails! Now that last part sounds pretty good right now but I know that the chance to influence my children for good is a beautiful space to be in and I will certainly miss the days of getting to comb soft hair, straighten collars, ties shoes, and tuck shirts. They really do grow up fast so I guess for now we will just have to let the neighbors and the people at church laugh at our combinations and think that we don’t own a hairbrush.
Just don’t let me forget to kiss their cheek on the way out the door!
Do you have the same struggles in your home? How to you wrangle dress up days? My challenge this week is to let at least one crazy outfit slide. Maybe the t-shirt is on backwards or the socks don’t match? Kiss them and tell them how beautiful they are anyway!
Peace and health,