Last week we went to Vacation Bible School at a local church and one night Evelyn wore a grey shirt with pink hearts, purple plaid shorts, and black socks pulled up to her knees. It was quite a sight. Watching her, I realized that my kids have worn some wild combinations over the last couple of years.
Will is started to get in on the trend. The other day he wore a maroon shirt with red pants. I think everyone knows those don’t go together. And yet, I don’t really care! I have four kids and I am not the most organized person in the world, although I’ve gotten more organized with each child I have added to my crew. I am also a tad lazy. My inner monologue about my kids usually has the phrase, “If you can do it yourself, then why am I doing it?” It is not that I don’t want my kids to look good. There are times when I tell them, “No you can’t wear that.” This is usually to a somewhat formal function or event.
We also have one major rule for the girls right now. No leggings unless you wear a dress that covers your rear end. They of course think that when Mom says ‘rear end’ that this is the funniest thing they have heard all day.
I admire the moms who can send their kids out the door with matching clothes and hair brushed or fixed neatly. I wish I could do that. My girls are doing their own hair now and rarely let me do it. I tell the kids to go get dressed, hope they look presentable, blame whatever combination they picked on the fact that they are kids and they dress themselves.
For now, I can still dress Casey. Maybe I’ll have a shot at him coordinating and not wearing stripes with polka dots. A mother can hope, can’t she?