Keeping it real - or how sometimes all you can do is laugh at yourself!

Harper is now old enough for middle school youth group at church. Holy smokes! It feels like yesterday I was in middle school youth group.  No, really, it does feel like yesterday.  Well, Wednesday was two days ago, to be technical.

Wednesday was Harper’s first time at Wildfire, our church’s middle school group, so I wanted to go inside to pick her up.  I’m standing looking at a wall of brochures about church activities with my back to the handful of other parents inside.  I’m thinking about how I would love to volunteer for Meals on Wheels, and how I wish I had time to do a women’s group- you know, grown up thoughts.  Then a woman I’ve never seen before comes up to me and says quietly, “Mam, I don’t want to embarrass you, but your skirt is tucked in your underwear.”  WTH?  (I didn’t curse in church, but I wouldn’t put it past me). I said, “Oh my God, thank you!”  I am sure I must have turned a deep shade of crimson.  What is a girl to do when someone tells you your junk is hanging out IN church?  Well, I quickly pulled my skirt out of my underwear, which were hot pink by the way, and then just stood there, with what I can only imagine was a cross between a deer in the headlights look and a “I’m going to play this cool” look, until Harper came out 5 minutes later.  She and I laughed about it on the way to the car.  I wondered how many of the people in the cars lined up outside had seen my own personal freak show.  Hopefully there were all too busy looking at their phones and didn’t notice the crazy lady walking into church.  When I texted a friend my tale of woe, she said she can’t help but giggle and that I should be proud my undies were hot pink.  True dat!  It would have been much worse if I had been wearing my granny panties, God forbid.   

 I never knew that having a daughter in middle school would bring back all my middle school insecurities.  Fortunately for Harper, she is confident, has a posse already, and is coming home happy every day.  She isn’t at all like the hot mess I was in middle school, and apparently still am.

I asked Harper if she wants me to come in next time when I pick her up or wait for her in the car. She told me to come in, if I’m not wearing a skirt.  That girl is going to be just fine.  It’s me we may need to work on!

Happy Friday y’all!

            Love,

            Rebecca