Thursday, March 10, 2011

"Wearing stripes with plaid is easy"

My kids can wear costumes to the grocery store whenever they want.  Mismatched clothing, I struggle with that one a bit more. 

Maybe it's just a self-consciousness.  If my kid wears a Spiderman suit with a cowboy hat, it's clear the child dressed himself.  If the outfit just has no rhyme-or-reason, it looks a bit more like parental neglect.

That said, you've likely seen my children wearing mismatched clothing more than once, if you've seen us more than once. 

I pick my battles.

Today, I had Jack put out his clothes for co-op tomorrow.  He pulled out these maroon/black/white sport pants and an orange and gray T-shirt he loves, with a dinosaur on it.  I'm no fashionista, but they look horrible together.

Me: "Hey, Jack?  You can wear whatever you want.  But just out of curiosity, do you CARE that they don't match?"

Jack, looking mystified: "Huh?  Who says they don't match?  And.... is that even really important if they match?  I like them both."

Ummm...I guess not.  Considering this quote from Albert Einstein, I think Jack has much better company arguing his point:

“Once you can accept the universe as being something expanding into an infinite nothing which is something, wearing stripes with plaid is easy.”

Loving babies...whether flesh or Made in China

Simone (2), is wearing a white knit winter hat, one high-heeled pink plastic shoe and another Croc, a pajama top, and nothing else (literally).  She picked up her baby doll and princess water-bottle, grabbed her pink plastic cell phone, and walked out of the room like she was going somewhere important.

"I'm going to get donuts for you.  If you need me for anything, like a hug or something, just call me on my phone.  Okay?"


Last night, as I was tucking her into bed: "When I'm older, will you take me to Paris?  Am I big enough for Paris?  Where is that house?"


She and I were playing catch with the wooly-ball from Alicia.  I pretended her doll was catching it, but the ball bounced off the doll's face.  I made fake crying noises on the doll's behalf.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Simone's face.  Not concerned, not scared....just matter-of-fact that Her Baby needed comfort.  She came over immediately and scooped up that little doll in her arms.  Nestled her nose into the doll's face, and started whispering maternal little mumbles to her.

Be still my heart.

The most striking part for me was that she wasn't really playing pretend.  Of course, her baby was plastic....and the crying was coming from a ventriloquist.   But Simone was taking her doll-mothering role so seriously.

The softness, the sweetness in her comforting.  Somehow, it gave me some peace that in our ups-and-downs of parenting, my children MUST be feeling love.  If they can turn around and give it back to their baby doll with such sweetness?

I am so, so, so in love with this sweet little Simone in my life.