i had this dream that we are going to a family gathering out of town and i suddenly realize that my children have nothing presentable to wear…is every sweater really stained with grass and/or paint? does every pair of pants have a hole in at least one knee? and i can hear myself saying, “no, max, you cannot wear your rain boots.” (especially since they are both for the right foot-how did i not notice that when i was buying them?)
oh, wait a minute. it is not a dream. it is real and it is happening to me this morning. what is wrong with me? what happened to all my fashion sense? i used to care what they wore. i paid attention to things like high-waters and holes, but it seems like with each child i had less and less time to think about these things. and then in the light of eternity, such trivial things don’t seem to matter as much. but then when you are the homeschooling misfits of the family and you show up with un-cool clothes somehow everything that didn’t matter is magnified. i hope nobody looks too close at my children today. and if they do, i am confident that their inner beauty will shine so brightly that they’ll at least seem cool.