Monday, November 3, 2008

Kids don't feel schlumpy

You know how your mom always told you to make sure you looked presentable when you left the house? You probably scoffed, but she was right.

Take tonight for example. I took the kids for a quick after "school" haircut at Snip-its. I thought we were the last ones there and I felt a little bad for making the people stay late so I offered to pay up front so they could close out the register. The receptionist told me not to worry because the (big sports star's last name) family was coming in.

I thought I heard incorrectly, but in they walked, all blonde and beautiful. And suddenly, my mommy clogs and my huge oversize irish knit sweater were no longer doing it for me, fashion-wise. I did not look good.

But Mrs. Big star looked great. Her hair was perfect! She was dressed so nicely. And she was nice, too!

I felt like a schlump, but little guy was not insecure at all. This is why I admire kids. They have no inhibitions and they think they are the bomb. He overheard her little guy say he was six years old and my guy went right up to Mrs. Big star and told her that he was six, too. They got into a conversation about first grade vs. kindergarten.

Watching this, I forgot how schlumpy I looked. I often marvel at my son, and this is another time that he taught me a lesson. People are just people. Approach them that way, and they'll respond in kind. Another lesson my mom probably taught me and that I definitely did not heed.

When I told my husband about the encounter, he was excited too, but for a different reason. He just wanted to know if I asked her where she got her boobs done.

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