It's a puzzle I tell you: dressing your children in the cold weather months. I was determined to get it right this year. I'm not a rookie. I wanted to count myself among the prepared. And so I didn't wait to rummage through the local rummage sales piecing together a warm-enough ensemble. I ordered the snow bibs from Hanna Andersson and the mittens on a string for both girls. They both had coats and hats from previous years and previous owners. We were ready.
It's safe to say that Naomi has some tactile sensitivities. What I mean by that is getting a jacket, boots, hats and gloves on her, in no particular order, is a real ordeal. My "I'm leaving without you" walk out the door is very convincing. But it's a bit of a downer to have to pull that out every day. Then a couple things happened. First, I noticed that there was not a single vacancy in the row of hooks by my front door. And then one day at Naomi's preschool pick-up I witnessed a rock-star mom getting her daughters dressed for outside. (She is European and I pay particular attention to mothers that hail from colder climates than our own.) They were dressed in the full-on all-weather snow-suit -and it wasn't snowing. "I'm done," she said. "You will see them in this till March." "Don't they complain?" I countered. She looked at me with confusion and her eyes said, "Do you think I care?" And the winter wardrobe dilemma dissolved right then and there. The winter coat that isn't water-proof is being given away. The fleece is being hidden. Today I drove back to the consignment shop I was just at and bought a similarly legitimate "winter suit" complete with hat and mittens. This set is almost half the price of the snow-bibs I bought new.
I feel like I've broken some code.
But for now that all can wait. Tomorrow we head a few states south to celebrate a dear friend's wedding. I'm packing some ribbon and an old handkerchief to wrap her flowers in. It will be a special time with old friends in the Capitol city which we all shared several years ago.