Snow!!!

Snow. You either love it or hate it. Yell “It's snowing” in a crowded room and you can quickly divide the room. I can't think of anyone I've met who was neutral about snow.

Sunday morning, we woke up to two inches from the first snow of the season. The evening before, I posted the news to Facebook. Responses ranged from surprise and disappointment to jealousy and a request for me to send it to Texas. At my house, the responses also varied. The adults groaned and the two-year-old was excited.

When I announced the news that it had snowed, my son was excited and slightly apprehensive. While he has been talking about snow here lately, I'm not sure if he remembers it from last year. But once he saw the snow, all apprehension was gone.

His first sighting was through the dining room window while he was dating breakfast. We normally keep the blinds down because they help keep the hot and cold out in their respective seasons. But when cute little boys are excited to see snow, Mommy can't deny their request. Upon seeing the snow, he said, "Oh, snow," as if confirming what he thought it was, and continued to stared out the window while to finishing his breakfast. 

When we finally made it out the door for church, he was still enthralled with what he was seeing and wanted to know why I was cleaning off the car.

The snow has pretty much all melted now. But everyday that it was around, my son would open the door, look outside and say, “It's snowing!” even when it wasn't. I think he is going to thoroughly love winter.

1 Peter 3:4a - Verse of the Week

Two-year-old fashion sense

I let my son dress himself most days - pick out his clothes, put them on, the whole nine yards.

That boy! He wants to always wear shorts - even when I think it's too cold out. It doesn't seem to bother him. (Okay, rant over.)

Saturday, he wanted to wear one of his church suits to play in. Being two and still occasionally prone to messes, I offered him an alternative - his play suitcoat and ties, a button down shirt and a pair of pants that wouldn't clash horribly. He accepted the suitcoat, picked a tie that sort of matched his shirt, but rejected the pants. He wanted shorts, and not just any shorts. He wanted his bright blue gym shorts.! They so didn't go with his suit coat. To top it off, he wore boots - Daddy's boots. (I did persuade him to switch to his own later in the day.)

While this outfit really was quite odd, I was okay with it. I'm used to inside-out, backwards and, sometimes, upside-down clothing. But my husband had problems with it. As we were heading out, he grabbed a more visually-pleasing change of clothes for him.

While I was okay with letting my two-year-old wear such an odd outfit this time, I haven't always been. There was a day when I would help him correct his clothing mistakes because they bugged me. I had to wrestle with how his style of dress reflected on me. Let's face it, we all look down on the parent with the kid whose clothes aren't up to our sense of fashion.

As I wrestled with my son's lack of care of how his clothes look, I realized that a two-year-old getting dressed by himself is a major accomplishment.  If his shirt is inside out, it's because he hasn't mastered the art of turning it rightside out. If it is backwards, it's because he thinks the front design is supposed to go on the back. If he is wearing outrageous clothes, it means that he obeyed me when I told him to get dressed. I know that as he gets older, he will master the skills he is currently missing.

As I have been thinking about inward and outward beauty this past week, my son's sense of fashion, or total lack thereof, seems like it fits into the conversation. Why do we force our sense of fashion onto our young children who don't care about how they look? Why do we look down on parents with children who don't conform?

As they grow older, they will become aware of how they should dress and the peer pressure associated with it. I don't want to force them to conform to the pressure too soon. I want to allow them to be children, even if that means that they are wearing a suit coat and gym shorts. The days of my son's crazy outfits are limited. All too soon he will be grown. Instead of being embarrassed and changing his clothes, I choose to laugh at his combinations. Parenting is hard. I let him add some humor to my day.