Thursday, February 24, 2011
What Kind of Mother?
Devon got up just fine this morning. Maybe not perfectly, but once he got up,, he got ready very quickly. By the time I saw him, he was dressed and ready to go.
I helped him with his hair a bit, because with his winter shag, he hadn't succeeded very well in taming it. Of course I wouldn't want to be embarrassed by sending a weed seed to school.
Fixing him with a gimlet eye, I told him, "You'd better be wearing clean clothes under that snowsuit, Mister." He smiled wordlessly and zipped up the last inch rather suspiciously. "Clean clothes," I repeated sternly.
That was the last thought I gave his wardrobe till the teacher called. "Devon showed up at school wearing shorts, in -18F weather. He said he slept in his snowsuit, and forgot to change."
Forgot, my eye! Although I hastily told her that I had NOT known he was sleeping in his snowsuit, and had indeed told him to be sure he was wearing clean clothes, some impressions just can't be erased. No matter how logical the story sounds, you're just left wondering,
What kind of mother sends her son out into minus-18-and-feels-like-minus-35....in shorts???
"But at least I combed his hair," I mentally protest, "and reminded him to brush his teeth." Great, he probably didn't do that, either. What kind of mother, indeed.
Very, very humbly,