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The Mismatch

I sent Nicholas to school this morning in clothes that do not match.

I wish that I could tell you that Nicholas chose his own clothes, and that I am a really cool mom who supports her child’s choices and independence. Not true. First, I am just not that cool. The boys get to choose their own clothes on the weekends - within reason (no, you cannot wear shorts outside in January even if you are part-Canadian). School clothes are all me. So, this mismatch is completely my doing.

It was just one of those mornings. We were late, and I could not find pants and shirts that matched. What was going on? Were my contact lenses playing tricks on me? Had my eyes aged in a night? In desperation, I pulled Nicholas’ jeans out of the wash-basket. When in a rush, pair a button-down with jeans. My boys wear that combination a lot. What does that tell you? Perfect! The jeans were clean (clean clothes in the laundry…and I wonder why I do so much wash). Not so perfect: the jeans were found under Nicholas’ bathing-suit and towel from swimming lessons yesterday evening. With five minutes to go until we needed to be out the door, there was no time to get them dry. I tinkered with the thought of sending him to school in wet jeans…they were only soaked around the waist-band after all. Just kidding. Sort of.

In the end, he went to school in a brown and orange checkered button-down, brown pants and an orange-trimmed green sweatshirt. On paper, it sounds like all these components together would work. Not so much. Maybe it was because the sweatshirt is getting a tad too small, and was riding up around Nicholas’ belly-button with the checkered shirt peeking out the bottom. Or maybe it was the pants, that were a little too big, with Nicholas’s bright blue Cars underwear sneaking out the top. Add to this, Nicholas desperately needs a haircut, and there was nothing that I could do to tame the frizz that he inherited from me. Ugh. Call the fashion-police.

As we were dashing madly out the front door, I noticed a hole in my poor little man’s running-shoe. Good thing there isn’t any rain in the forecast. The kid was a hot mess, and it was all my fault.

I wish that I had a picture to show you, but the results would have been too incriminating.

Maybe I’d better start putting the boys’ clothes out the night before.

xo Naomi

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  1. GrammieApril 23, 2013 at 2:31 PM

    Hey, Wonderful Mom -- What Nicholas wore to school was L-O-V-E: his love for you and your love for him. A loving smile can always disarm a "mismatch." Love is warm, alluring, matches everything and everyone. No family could have more love than yours, eh? Give yourself lots of the credit you deserve, wonderful mom! (no fault involved!!!)

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    1. NaomiApril 23, 2013 at 3:19 PM

      You always make me smile!! Thank you so much for your encouragement, and your love. It shines through with every word!! xo

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