So, I have to admit that I am THAT mom. You know the mom that always has the rag-a-muffin kids in the grocery store or at the park. However, today I am here to tell you why my kids are dirty. But I am also here to tell you that it is OKAY!
Before becoming a parent or maybe even after my first, I would see those moms out and about with their kids and think to myself, “I will never take my children out of the house like that.” And that was true for… about six months.
After having twins and finally getting a grip (or at least an inkling of a grip- because who really has it all figured out) on this whole mom thing, I am now THAT mom.
Why My Kids Are Dirty
I believe in:
- playing outside.
- letting my kids get dirty
- letting them touch mud, and even get covered in it
- chasing butterflies and finding frogs
- exploring mud puddles after it rains
I believe skinned knees means they were active and food stains mean they were fed.
95% of the time, us leaving the house is not a planned occassion. We might have just enough time to run to the store before dinner, so it is a mad rush of getting shoes on, car seats getting buckled, and off we go. Which means that their hair is probably a mess from just waking up from their nap. Their shirts probably have a dribble or two of lunch that can ONLY be washed out, and they may even be dirty from the morning’s outside adventure.
I have THOSE rag-a-muffin kids!
On the rare occasion that we are out and about in presentable attire, the girls get their fair share of “ooh” and “ah’s” (mainly because I have three girls and a set of twins). Most of the time, I feel like we get the evil eye. The truth is even getting from the house to the grocery store can sometimes leave me and my girls disheveled.
But there is also the facts about my girls. Let’s face it, I have THREE, yes three, independent girls who like to pick out their own clothes and dress themselves.
Just awful isn’t?
They don’t always match, it’s not always pretty, but at this point as long as they have clothes to keep them warm, I’m okay with it. We save our Sunday best for Sundays, but anything else is GAME ON.
The big idea here people, the next time you see kids that aren’t all dolled up and perfectly pretty, traipsing through the grocery store, your first thought should NOT be, “I’d hate to see their home,” or “I wonder what they live in.” Because if they are anything like me, my home is pretty darn clean.
Your first thought instead should be, “Wow, I wonder what they did today?” Guaranteed they had fun doing it!
In reality, I would love for us ALL to look like we stepped out of a picture in Parenting Magazine, but that is just not real life.
I will ALWAYS be in yoga pants, Shrimp will always have her hair in her face like a Hanson brother, Miss B will always look fashionable yet not match at all, and Tuna my messy eater will always be wearing her food.
The truth is as soon as we accept our own realities, the sooner we will be comfortable in the season we are in. My season is yoga pants, dirty shoes, grass stained knees, and happy faces!
What’s your season?