Letting Go of Matching Outfits
Sometimes it is hard to be an equal sharing mom! This morning for example. I woke up cranky with a head cold - and late. So the kids, Marc and I were all scrambling to get clean, dressed and fed in time for school and work. Marc dressed T while I showered, and when I next saw my son he had on a really mismatched outfit. In my foul mood, I reached into his closet for a more 'proper' choice and 'instructed' Marc to change T while I went into M's room to supervise her dressing. Marc left my clothes selection on the floor of T's room and took him down for breakfast.
I was fuming - and wrong. T was perfectly happy in his Daddy-picked outfit, and dressed appropriately for the unseasonably warm weather we're enjoying here in Boston. He couldn't have cared less that his pants didn't match his shirt. And Marc has just as much right to pick out T's clothes as I do.
Breathe deep, eat crow. I'm sorry, honey. I love that you're my equal partner in our job-share of raising M and T to be happy and caring people. Who cares about well-matched? I'll take well-adjusted instead any day!
4 Comments:
Thank you for a morning chuckle! My husband is the primary care-giver at this point. We read your blog because we would love for this task to be split more equally. Anyway, the first thing I had to let go of when I went back to work was making sure the boys were always dressed their smashing best. Kirk is a loving parent, I can let some things go.
Thanks, Rhonna! I can laugh now, even though I wasn't so gracious yesterday morning. Good to know you're out there turning a blind eye too!
At hour house, I'm the one that gets flak because I swear I can't put together an outfit! David is the Supreme Dresser (and it's not just our daughter - he dresses himself waaaaaaay better than I dress myself). On the days I pick out our daughter's clothes, I'm sure he just cringes and bites his tongue!
Hilarious. I love it. Yes, this is the thing -- sharing means sharing, doesn't it? :-)
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