School Spirit Week
Tuesday was Superhero or Disney.
Wednesday was Hillbilly
Thursday was Favorite Book Character
Friday, today, is Senior Citizen
We got the information slip last week and I took the kids shopping on Sunday afternoon. Why I even though that I would be able to find full, ready-made costumes nowhere near Halloween, I had no idea, but we were hopeful as we went from store to store. I found accessories – a hat, some hair ties – and a couple of backpacks on sale for their next school year, but no outfits.
“We’ll find something at home,” I assured them, promising myself that I would make it a priority and not wait until last-minute to help them find costumes.
Then there I was, Tuesday morning, tearing through the kids’ closet to find that last princessy dress that still fit my daughter. I mixed and matched a few ideas for Allen (he wanted to dress up as Wyatt from Super Why); he declined. “I’ll just go in my normal school uniform,” he told me.
I felt like a failure, especially when I saw the picture that the school principal posted of the kids, all in amazing costumes, and my son was absent from the photo.
He’s probably going to feel bad about it, I thought to myself. I better tell my husband to give him some extra attention this afternoon and evening. I was attending classes until after their bedtime. I only remember to ask how Allen was at about 11:30 that night.
“He seemed fine,” my husband said.
The next morning, we found some hillbilly outfits. Well, more like cowboy outfits. These had been the only costumes we had worked out from the previous week, and somehow this morning they weren’t good enough.
“My teacher said we’re supposed to wear things that are full of patches,” my daughter said.
“I’m sure she just was trying to give you ideas if you didn’t have anything to wear already,” I answered.
She pulled her face, that face that means she totally doesn’t agree and wants to make that fact very apparent without saying a word.
My husband walked into the kitchen. I fumed to him, “Suddenly everything everyone else says is the Gospel truth and anything I say has to pass some litmus test.”
He laughed. “I’ll help them get dressed.”
By the time I had finished making their lunches, they were in costume – the ones we had picked out last week – and they were both happy.
The next day, Jessica was Violet from the Boxcar series (how easy is that? Pull out everything violet that you own and wear it.) Allen decided to dress up as Christopher Robin, complete with the Winnie the Pooh stuffed bear that he had gotten from a friend last year.
This morning, I took a deep breath before going into the kids’ room to wake them up. I knew what I had in mind that they could wear, but I realized that didn’t mean they would want to wear it.
“I don’t want to dress up today,” Allen told me as soon as he rolled over and opened his eyes.
Oh no, I thought, someone teased him about his costume yesterday. I gently inquired why not. Everything seemed okay. He just didn’t want to dress up.
Jessica readily agreed with the outfit I suggested to her. It took a while to get her hair done up in bun complete with baby-powder grey, but it looked good. I was happy with myself, and with her. I was happy with Allen too, even if he didn’t want to dress up.
I said goodbye to an old woman and a little boy, on their way to school. So my son won’t be in the picture with the rest of his class in costume. That’s okay. Every kid is different; and every one of them is precious. I couldn’t imagine loving them more.
And I’m thankful Spirit Week only happens once a year. I think I just found a grey hair … and it’s not baby powder.
Posted on March 8, 2013, in Attributes, Patience, Perception, School Days, Siblings and tagged costumes, difference in siblings, dress up, parenting, school days, shopping with kids, spirit week, Super Why. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.