My kids are better dressed than I am.
But you know what, I am ok with that.
Not all the time, but on the normal days, it doesn’t bother me.
This isn’t a rant against the anti-yoga pants conversation.
It’s just real life and how I see it.
I spend my days teaching my children,
serving their needs,
delighting in them,
pointing them to our Savior.
It’s not always clean & pretty.
Sometimes you need to be ready for a mess
or to run quickly and pick up a fussy baby.
So I dress like this for those days.
The days I don’t want to be hampered by my designer low-rise jeans.
The days I don’t want to have a baby rip off some embellishment on my shirt.
The days I want to chase my kids
and have my kids chase me.
The days I want to tickle my kids.
And maybe try to fend off any tickles myself.
I want to be a mom that welcomes her kids
and her kids know that she is touchable
and won’t mind the dirt along with the little kisses.
How do you handle clothes and kids?