1 Oct
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Wear What I Say, Not What I Wear

There are days when it’s for the best that my normally vigilant children don’t catch everything I do or say. Today is one of those days.

It was a chilly 45 degrees and rainy this morning when the boys were dressing for school. Today was school picture day for the two younger boys. They came out of their room in shorts and the prerequisite polo shirt.

Me: “No shorts. Change into jeans.”

Nine-year-old son: “Jeans are too thick. They aren’t comfortable. You’ll only see my chest, neck and head. (insert world’s largest sigh)

Me: “It’s about putting your best foot forward. Dressing appropriately for situations puts you in the right mindset. Go change.”

I don’t pick out clothes for our kids on a daily basis. The photo below, from an Easter egg hunt last April, is how they dress. I only require clothing to be weather-appropriate. Wearing plaid with stripes, or neon yellow with red, or a button-down shirt with athletic pants, is their choice. They won’t find their style, an extension of their personality, by me choosing clothes. Church and picture days are the only times I pull the mom card and pick everyone’s outfits. They know this, and it’s no use arguing. I always win.

two brothers participating in an Easter egg hunt

The boys dutifully changed and were sent to school. A little more than an hour after dropping them off, I was sitting in a meeting when I looked down at my crossed legs. I was wearing yoga pants, at a meeting for an organization I’m passionate about. Granted, they are my nice yoga pants and can be pulled off as dressier pants, but they were still yoga pants. I should have at least thrown on a pair of jeans. I was sitting in someone’s office not my kitchen. Look the part, remember? I had said one thing and done another. I’m so glad the boys hadn’t paid any attention to what I was wearing while I was dictating what they needed to put on.

One of the luxuries of working from home is being able to wear comfortable clothes almost every day. One of the benefits of being a child is wearing comfortable clothes everyday. J was right this morning. The pants he had on didn’t matter. We could have compromised. I didn’t need to be the winner. We’ll talk about my revelation, and I’ll steel myself for the next time when he’s more likely to pay closer attention to what I have on.

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