“My skin is soft. My sisters’ skin is soft. But your skin is all wrinkly,” remarks the 7 year old.
Well, thank you, child. I had felt good about my appearance for a whole 4 minutes and I appreciate you knocking me down a peg.
At church, I work with a woman who wears hats all the time. Not little beanies, but big floppy hats. Another friend was headed to England for a wedding and was talking to me and Hat Friend about the hats her daughters had bought for the event. I mentioned that I’d love to be able to wear hats. The Hat Friend replied, “Just do it! You can wear whatever you want, just put it on your head!” Well, I may be seen with snot marks across my t-shirts when I head to the grocery store, but even I will not subject the viewing public to ’70’s style straw hats with flowers. No, I am not kidding.
This same dear friend gave me a shirt that matches a sweater my son frequently wears. It is a good match--same colors, same material, etc. And with the size of the shoulder pads in the shirt, I could try out for football and not even need the gear. What do you do with that? I see her every stinkin’ week, and I know that every week, she’s waiting for me to show up in my matchy-matchy. And every week, I look at the shirt, take a deep breath, and start crying at the thought of it. She’s so nice, so thoughtful, and was so excited when she gave me the gift-wrapped “Spring sweater.” And I realize I’m shallow and heartless and completely vile, but I just can’t do it. I could put it on and take a picture for her, but I can not wear it to a building where I already feel like the ugly stepsister.
What would you do? And don’t give me any pep talk about being honest with her, because that just ain’t gonna happen.