Before I had kids, I was very concious of my appearance. Not my physical appearance, mind you, I have never been a primper. I was very worried about manners and social graces. I don't worry about it any more.
If your kid screams and throws a fit at the store, I will not judge you. I have been there.
If you arrive at your destination and realize that somehow you and your daughter have ketchup stains on your clothes and your son has spit up, I will not judge you. I've been there recently.
If you have to put your kid on a leash, I will not judge you. I did it again this week.
I can't remember the last time I wore makeup; clean clothes are more important to me now. And clean clothes are less important than happy kids.
Every time I catch myself judging someone, I find myself in the same situation and have to put my foot in my mouth. The other night we were at Best Buy and I was horrified to see a guy sitting on a bench with half of his rear hanging out of his pants. Yesterday I was at the Apple store, trying all my mommy magic to contain my two-year old and keep her from breaking everything in the store. She wasn't upset, she was just very excited and rambunctious. Paul was in the baby sling fussing. It was at that point, when I was bending over to contain Claire that I realized my working out finally has paid off. That's good, but what's not good is that I was the Best Buy guy, and I couldn't do anything about it. I was showing the store my rear, but I decided it was more important to prevent Claire from breaking a new IMac.
So I say to you. If your pants are too big and you accidentally show me your rear, I will not judge you.
I think I have covered pretty much every embarrassing situation with the promise of more to come. So don't ever be embarrassed around me. I've been there.
Here's a place where Sarah writes what's on her heart and mind for whomever will read it. Sometimes it's hilarious, sometimes it's little pieces of life that I'm grateful for. Enjoy!
Estee and I took Jude to the store. Put all the items in the cart. Checked out. Then realized neither one of us had a payment method.
ReplyDeleteIf we loose our minds with one, I cannot imagine what it would be like with multiple kids.
So, I echo your thoughts.
I will not judge you if you stand before a group of adults and attempt to articulate the importance of the Greek words in the NT while at the same time smelling like child vomit.