"But they are warm," I answer pleadingly. She shakes her head no and I dive back into the closet. I swear I sorted these all out when I pulled them out of storage in the fall. How can I have 20 gloves and no matches? Yes! Another match and they are not purple. "How about these?" I ask.
She looks at them dubiously and then pulls a pair of gloves out of her coat pocket. "I like these better."
Okay, no yelling. Good job. Just get them out the door. My middle child looks at me with incredible, big brown eyes and says, "Mom, my scarf is too short."
Life with kids is crazy. You have to surrender to the chaos. But it's okay. It's okay because this morning I had time to talk to that little Dyslexic of mine about something that mattered. Her intervention specialist was filling in for a teacher on maternity leave and she has a new teacher today. She's terrified.
This morning we talked about it over breakfast and I told her I would be praying for her that the new teacher would be wonderful and help her learn. I kissed her as she walked out the door and she said, "Mom, I'm afraid." For once, the right words came to me and I replied, "Then go out there and face those fears today. No matter what happens, you will be coming home a hero."
Yes, that right. I win mornings! Tomorrow is my husband's turn, good luck dear!