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!