Picture him in 'pinkle'
Families with children are
inevitably the recipients of bags of kindly donated clothing.
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Families with lots of children
receive lots and lots of clothing. And
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Not everything is as it appears.
These statements go together.
Maybe I should explain . . .
We had six children.
Still do, but that is another story.
Moving on . . .
For this reason, everyone who knew us,
and even those who only knew OF us, brought us enormous donations of
clothing.
They figured we needed it.
They were right.
Every time another large carton of
clothing was dropped off, my children went through it.
Laughing and chattering excitedly.
It was like Christmas morning.
Some items were chosen as keepers.
Others were packed back into the box
for donation elsewhere.
In one large box, there was a pinkle
jogging suit.
You heard me right.
Pinkle.
Not quite pink/not quite purple.
A little 'hoodie' jacket and pants.
My son, Erik grabbed it.
He liked the bright colour.
For many months, it became his outfit
of choice.
The first chosen when his clean clothes
were stacked in his dresser.
The one that had to be sneaked out of
his room for cleaning.
He was warm.
He was distinctive.
He was . . . let's put it this way –
he was the brightest coloured boy in the whole second grade.
He loved that suit.
Occasionally, it would need repair.
Dutifully, I sewed up ripped seams or
fashioned knee and elbow patches.
Then folded it and put it back into his
dresser.
Where he would snatch it up eagerly.
This went on for several months.
Finally, my growing boy . . . outgrew
it.
Something even I could do nothing to
help.
The pinkle suit was sent to live out
its last days in the rag bag.
Move forward several years.
Erik, now a married father of three was
talking about that suit.
That horrible pink suit that I made him
wear.
Day after day.
Week after week.
Month after . . . well, you get the
picture.
Made him wear???!
“I thought you liked it!” I said.
“I hated it! I was trying to wear it
out!”
Oh.
See?
Things aren't always as they appear.
Picture him in 'pinkle' |
Families with children are
inevitably the recipients of bags of kindly donated clothing.
Families with lots of children
receive lots and lots of clothing. And
Not everything is as it appears.
Geeze, they have reconstructive memories, don't they.
ReplyDeleteOhhh! I like that . . . Reconstructive memories. Can I use that???!
DeleteYes...I get that as well. Why the heck can't kids just tell you what they think instead of playing along with what they think you think they think if you know what I'm thinking.
ReplyDeleteI think I followed that . . . :)
DeleteI remember Mom buying me a couple of pairs of demin(?) jeans. They were the worst fitting, hottest, ugliest jeans she could find. Like, they looked like riding breeches up top and skin tight at the ankles. But they were probably 2 for a buck so in her eyes they were great. I dutifully wore them, through 7th grade and into the 8th. I wore them everywhere, to wear them out but they wouldn't; I've never seen something last like those did. I finally outgrew them and when it was time for a new pair, I bought my own Levis with my own 4-H money...
ReplyDeleteYep. The ugly ones NEVER wear out!. Ah. Mom's bargains. I think we both need to address that one in a blog post. Did I ever tell you about the clothes she bought as a gift. Then asked me to pay for? Funny story really . . .
DeleteHaha, oh Diane, that is so funny... :) By the way, thank you so much for the prayers, I will be back to blogging Saturday, I have a huge CPA mid term and things have got a little better.... I stopped for a little because I was sad and I didn't want to be a downer... I am getting centered again. My Heavenly Father loves me as he loves all of us... I just needed to remember that. Thank you for your sweet comment on my blog... grand kids really do give the best prayers :)
ReplyDeleteWe blog friends need each other! Happy to know that the pain will soon be a memory. Good luck on your exam! Break a leg! (Oh . . . wait . . . that's for theatre. Can you tell where my experience lies?) I mean . . . knock 'em out of the park! Or something like that. Thinking of you still!
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ReplyDeleteMy son would never wear something he didn't like lol
You had a good son lol
Looking back, I realize that. I didn't know it then. I just thought he liked them . . . ^^
DeleteHi Diane,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this post and couldn't help smiling as I wondered what my sons would say about there clothes when they grow up.
I found you on the No Ordinary BlogHop crew page and simply liked your blog.
I now follow!
God's grace!
http://www.ugochi-jolomi.com/
Thank you, Ugochi! I'm finding out now what my kids thought of the clothes I put them in. It's a voyage of discovery . . . Remind me to tell you about the little sailor dress I put my daughter in . . . And I thought they looked so cute!!!
DeleteWelcome to the neighbourhood!!!
That is so funny...
ReplyDeleteThank you Ginger! It just proves that appearances can be misleading!!!
DeleteAnd here I thought Erik loved the pinkle suit! Kudos to him for wearing pinkle, no matter what his reasons. hee hee! I would totally be into pinkle. Darn it! Now I can't stop saying pinkle, Diane! :)
ReplyDeleteSecretly, I still think he did . . . little monkey! It's just now, that he is this older, manly man that he can't admit it. :)
Deleteand I like that word, too. Pinkle. It's just so . . . expressive!
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