Weekend Wordsmith #89: Ripped
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"Honey, do you have to wear those ripped pants?" I looked at my youngest daughter, shaking my head.
"But I like these pants, Mom. They're comfortable." She proceeded to pack her backpack for school, ignorning my exasperated sighs and rolling eyes.
"The teachers are going to think you don't have any good pants." I tried turning on my pleading voice.
"But I do have good pants, Mom, they're just not as comfortable." She walked into the bathroom to pull her long hair up into a ponytai.
"What will your friends say? They are going to make fun of you because you have a big hole in your pants."
"But I don't care what my friends say. If they make fun of me, then they weren't friends to begin with." She turned on the water to start brushing her teeth.
"What about the dress code? I don't want to be called to school to bring you a decent pair of pants." I was running out of objections, but I didn't want her wearing those pants to school.
"But the dress code says you can't have holes on the butt of your pants. They don't want us showing our underwear. It doesn't say anything about holes in the knees." She rinsed her mouth and headed for the front door.
"But honey, I just don't want you wearing those pants!" I knew my voice had gotten forceful, but I couldn't help it.
"Why Mom? Are you worried about me, or are you embarrassed for yourself?"
I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at my daughter with different eyes.
"Mom, these pants are comfortable. I'm not wearing them to make a statement. I'm not wearing them to upset my teachers. I'm not wearing them because of my friends. I'm not wearing them to go against the dress code. And I'm certainly not wearing them to make you mad. You're a great mother! You shouldn't worry so much about what other people think of you." With her speech complete, she kissed me on the cheek, threw her backpack over one shoulder and headed out the door to the busstop.
I was dumbfounded. I suddenly realized I was more worried about what people thought of me. I was afraid her ripped pants would be a bad reflection on me.
Out of the mouths of babes.