Dressing for Fun

I spent part of last weekend at the beach, to celebrate a friend's upcoming wedding. Not just any wedding, mind you . . . she was my maid of honor and I will be her matron of honor. (Feels old!) So, it was a big event on my calendar. The weather was gorgeous, the friends were super fun, and I had a great time.


Still, I missed my family. I knew that Hubby was multitasking as dad and lawyer, handing an ongoing work project in the background. I knew that (even though I did laundry before I left on Friday) there would be piles of clothes in baskets, thanks to t-ball games and boyhood. I knew that the boys would have cleaned up some, but not exactly how "I would have done it." As a result, I knew that I would be tempted to tell the boys to play outside or in their rooms while Daddy worked and I tackled the kitchen, the floors, and the laundry; but what we all really needed was time together, playing.


So, I wore my tennis shoes home. 

Somehow this came up in conversation with my girl friends over the weekend - how, as a mother to these boys, I've got to dress to run. My children often ask me, "Can you run in those shoes?" because that is what they want to do. The answer is not always, "Yes," but on Sunday it was. I abandoned the desire to straighten my nest as soon as I got home. Instead, I flew around with the chickadees out back until the shadows covered the deck. 

By the end of the day, they were so dirty that we hosed them off outside, the first of a summer tradition. Pieces of grass and dirt remained, and floated in the bathtub. I smiled as I scrubbed, so glad that I wore the right shoes home.


Have you ever found that dressing for adventure makes the best mothering day?


Linking with:
Works for Me Wednesday at We Are THAT Family
and
Thought Provoking Thursday at Intentional.me