Try visualizing this...
A long sleeve, ruffled brown shirt splashed with purple flowers
Over that, a gray sweater vest with hot pink stripes
Paired with navy blue sweat capris embellished with a plaid peace sign
rhinestone crocs...
add a chocolate milk mustache,
and you have my daughter,
or rather, what she had on when I got her out of the car to go inside a local pizza place and pick up dinner. She had changed from her school clothes, into a concoction all her own. I was pretty embarrassed, and contemplating just buckling her back up and going home without dinner. Sad, huh? I mean, yes, she did look a tad silly...but she's 5. And..she was clean (minus the milk mustache). Why would I care what people think about how my daughter was dressed...and what they might think of her mom (me). Wow. I like to think I'm not THAT prideful, then something like this happens, and I get a big dose of reality. I mean, I seriously almost went back home without dinner. Then I thought to myself, "Pride...take a back seat...seriously". And it did. For the time being. I walked hand in hand with my daughter into the pizza place, and didn't even make a loud, over-exaggerated comment about how,"Oh sweeeetie, I'm so proud you can dress yourself". Or even a quiet comment. I admit, I was a teeny tiny bit still embarrassed. But, even that I find ridiculous. That's my baby girl, and I'm proud of her, and hey, at least she has her own style! And, even though I can kinda laugh about this, it was still a serious reminder that I need to work on my pride, and getting rid of it. So, I'll add that flaw to my list, and get to work! :-)
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