I was folding clothes tonight and I came across my son’s hole-in-the-knee jeans. He wanted to wear them the other day to school and I told him he couldn’t wear ripped pants to school, but they were great for playing outside. He was not happy about it, but he took them off and wore something else. I took the ripped jeans and put them behind some towels in a closet. I wanted to decide when he could and couldn’t wear them. Low and behold he had those damn things on the next day. I said where did you find those jeans and he said he had LOTS of pairs with holes in the knee. I tossed up my hands like “you got me”! HA! But then I stopped to think…I never had a six year old SON before. This must be one of those stages that they go through. Just like not pronouncing R’s and asking “WHY” all the time. I just had to deal with it.
But tonight as I came across yet another pair of hole-in-the-knee jeans I suddenly had pangs in my heart and a lump in my throat thinking about how much I will miss those ‘hole-y’ pants someday. I will wish for those six year old days when all he wanted to do was play outside and rough house with the dog, throw a ball or just run around. These are the moments that catch us and stop us in our tracks to realize that this time with our children is not ever-lasting. In actuality, it is a very short time we have with them. How much do I really care about a ripped hole in the knee? If I was old school I would put a patch on it and they would be like new, but I am not old school and I don’t sew.
So today, when my six year old came down the stairs dressed for school in yet another pair of ripped hole in the knee jeans, I let it go….
I want to savor this stage before it is gone and I never see a ripped knee again. I know this is melodramatic, but all you moms out there know exactly what I’m talking about. Take this stage or any other and it translates to the same thing. Time moves us on and we need to do our best to live and breathe right now.
I am from a city in “Little Rhody.” Yes it is a small city, but nonetheless a city. We little city girls like our fashion and style just as much as the next girl. When I was…well, let’s just say a while ago, I had to have the most popular, in-style jeans ever invented. Acid washed Z Cavaricci’s! I paid top dollar of my own hard earned money to have those babies! I considered myself cool. Well, maybe not cool, but hovering in -the- area- of cool anyway.
But a funny thing happened after having my 3 beautiful babies. My fashion sense went out the window with my ability to recall words. Baby brain was in full effect. My style consisted of basically getting out of pajamas to put on clothes that looked like…well, pajamas. I didn’t even mind. I liked it. They were comfortable and loose enough for me to whip out the loaded guns when needed and do my thing with no one even noticing.
I noticed this past year that I am slowly regaining my fashion sense. It’s like when you have a cold and all of sudden you can taste food again and you realize you’re STARVING! I am loving bags and shoes of all kinds lately. I am particularly fond of these adorable Tory Burch flats and this amazing green Kate Spade bag, ooooo yes!
“Mom, mom, mommy, mooooooooom!”
Did I mention that I am the mother of 3 school age children? Yes, well those particular people have interests too. This might shock you, but none of them have anything to do with me getting a new Kate Spade bag. Their interests DO cost a pretty penny though. CA –CHING!!!!
I’m back. Just slipped away for a moment of indulgence.
I hope I will never go back to wearing clothes that look like pj’s, but I will still be sporting my wash and wear shirts from the sale rack and my bag that I lovingly refer to as my “Chinatown special” will continue to be slung over my shoulder even with its missing buckle.
Oh yeah! Did I also mention that I drive a minivan? Really COOL!