We all learn from our little ones. They almost have more to teach us than we have to teach them. Personally, I think if we didn't live in such a fallen world, they WOULD have more to teach us. We just have the world-skills that they have to have in this world to survive, so we edge by. But really--they have the important stuff down pat.
Today's lesson is a doozy. One that may get me thrown out of the Mommy Hall of Fame. (Warning for Aunt Karen: my child may need fashion counseling fom you at some point in the future.) So, Bella taught me this week that matching socks really are irrelevant to life. Yesterday, Bella was wearing socks that in no way resembled each other (one purple, one blue stripey.) I think in combination they had something to do with her outfit, but I couldn't be sure. However, when I commented, she shrugged with complete ease and said, "Who cares Mom?" I tried to come up with an answer for that. "Well, I do," didn't work because really, I didn't and I needed to leave, so what she was wearing was going to have to do. Besides that--have you all seen some of my unfortunate outfits? Especially when I'm pregnant? Yeah, didn't seem the best answer. I thought about saying something like "Well, in polite society..." but I don't know if I want my 3 year old to get too hung up on that...I suppose I could have brought out the "Daddy cares" bullet, but I save that one for getting her hair combed...so I let it go.
Today, I realized that in my haste to get into the garage to clean it (because Matthew agreed to help me and I couldn't waste any time getting out there when he was ready), I had inadvertantly put on a dark blue sock and a white and blue stripey sock as I threw on my Crocs. Yeah, I was going to change them before I ran to the grocery store later, but I forgot until I was standing in the parking lot and I looked down and it dawned on me: they weren't even remotely close to matching each other OR my black sweats and sweatshirt. (We won't discuss the fact that I was braless--hey two shirt rule!--or that the shirt under the sweatshirt was vaguely disreputible.) I started to worry and then it occured to me: Arabella was right. Who cares? Do you know, not a single person in the grocery store said a word about my mismatched socks...
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What a funny story! I have to tell you, though, I have a very good friend who never wore socks that matched and that was just what she was known for. It kind of became a cool thing. . .maybe Bella will be the next one carrying on this "cool" fashion statement :)
Love it... Karen and I may have to do a make over but sometimes you just do what you have to do. Give the kids and Matthew my love.. Love you always, Hildy P.S. CALL ME!!!!
Bella does make a great point and strong argument for not matching your socks. Today in her prayer at primary she prayed that her brothers would be able to stop eating with their fingers. Any words on that?
How can you go braless? I'm NOT pregnant, and I wear a bra practically 24/7! I can't imagine going "commando" with pregnant boobs! But maybe that's just me!
I hope you're doing well. When are you due?
LOVE it! Kids are awesome!
That is really funny, to bad you didn't run into me at the store :O)
It's so true! Matching socks are totally optional. My sister was just in town and I was buying socks b/c they were on sale and she said "I don't think I have anything that would match those socks." I realize that you were commenting on actually mating socks, but I submit to you that (especially if you are wearing long pants) they need not match your outfit either.
I hope you are well!
Apparently the key to wearing mismatched socks (yes - I am appalled! he, he) is going braless? They were so drawn to the cows being out of the barn that the socks could not even compare. Funny! I would NEVER venture out of my house without a bra; let alone mismatched socks. You are ONE BRAVE WOMAN!!! Love you sister!!!
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