20121129-161000.jpgMy patience was tested this morning at the bus stop.

Last night, I discovered a “Notice to Parents” in my son’s backpack. The note reminded parents that on Thursday, November 29, all 2nd graders would be going on a field trip to The Strathmore for the holiday concert. Each student needed to bring a packed lunch and dress appropriately for the event. The note mentioned that, in the past, girls have worn dresses and boys have worn button-up collared shirts and dress slacks.

I began to panic a bit. The lunch was not the problem. We had lots of goodies to pack. It was the dress slacks that were the problem.

My son has been growing like a weed this past fall. I buy him jeans, and in a few weeks they’re already too short! I had been meaning for the past few weeks to run to Target or The Children’s Place to buy him new khakis for the holidays, but I kept putting it off. There was never any pressing reason. Until yesterday!

I raced up to his room and after much searching, located a single pair of slacks that still fit. I was off the hook. I could postpone that trip to Target once again!

After he ate his breakfast this morning, we went upstairs, and I helped him get dressed. I turned to grab a collared shirt from his closet as he put on the slacks. I turned back to see a huge gaping hole in the knee of his pants!! I was crushed. I asked him to take them off, and I handed him a pair of clean Levi’s. He hesitated and said he can fix the hole with staples. I laughed and explained that it’s not the end of the world, and I’m sorry but he can’t wear pants with holes in them to The Strathmore. Clean jeans will have to do.

We finish with our morning routine and then head to the bus stop. There was a little girl in a pretty pink dress and coat in line and I asked her if she was in 2nd grade and going to the concert today. She sure was. Then from further ahead in line, one of the mothers asked me:

“Is Armando only in 1st grade?”

“No. He’s in 2nd.” I flash a big grin his way. I was worried where this was going.

The woman’s daughter chimes in, “Well, he’s supposed to wear a collared shirt.”

“He has one on. See.” I unzip his coat a bit at the top so the little girl could see.

“Oh, okay,” she says.

“But he’s also supposed to be wearing dress slacks,” spews the same woman, the mother of the little girl who asked about his shirt.

“Well, he’s wearing his clean jeans which will be fine. He doesn’t have any dress slacks,” I say looking at Armando to make sure she hadn’t crushed his entire day with her insensitive remark.

“I’ll just tell Ms. Shevitz (his teacher) that I didn’t forget; I just don’t have any. Right, Mom?” my son asks.

“Right, Baby,” I say and give him a kiss on the cheek.

The bus arrives, and I walk off to tell my husband about THAT woman!

After telling him the story, he says, “Wow! You’re losing your edge, Baby. Before yoga you would have punched that b&@#h in the face!”

I chuckle at his exaggeration. If this same encounter had happened a year ago (before yoga), I might have waited until the bus pulled away and told THAT woman how unnecessary her comment to my son was, especially in front of the other children at the bus stop. Today, the thought never crossed my mind.

I was surprised by my own patience and ability to “let go” of what she said and instead focus on remaining positive for my son.

I kept thinking about it today, too. Not because I am angry, but because I am dying to know how my son’s day was and if he enjoyed the music. I hope so.


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  1. I’m glad you didn’t let her nosy problem become your problem and ruin your day. Good for you!


  2. I will never forget the first time I saw a symphony hall and heard a full orchestra play. I was also in 2nd grade, and I have no idea what I wore.


    • Hehe! Of course you didn’t! I don’t think he will, either. He’ll remember the 14-year-old violinist and the fact he didn’t sit with anyone from his class. That’s what he talked about. And how good the music was. 🙂


  3. I love this!! As I go through my own transformations it is amazing to see the changes. It’s almost as if you stand outside yourself, jumping up and down with glee, thining, “I am doing it! I am really doing it! I am changing my responses.” It makes all the “work” worth it.


  4. Oh I remember the days. My son was a bit of a free spirit and try as I might, he wore pretty much what he conjured up. Won the “most likely to break the dress code” award in high school. He always looked good though and more importantly he acted good and had amazing manners. Your son got to see not only a live music performance but an even more profoundly important performance of the human spirit before he got on the bus for the day. He got to see his mother show him, his classmates and their parents a high and honorable dignity. He got to see and experience a show of deep respect giving an example for all of the children. He got to be full of grace this morning because of you. And he is very blessed to have you for his mother.


  5. Paula, if I may share this…
    recently my partner David and I saw a performance of Beethoven’s 9th, in a medium size church, as was done in his day, with a 60 piece orchestral, 150 person choir and 4 soloists. We were early and were treated to a bit of a rehearsal, the conductor making sure that the voices could ‘project’ their voices ‘over’ the orchestral, and then various bits and pieces of the piece of music.
    David and I were in the third row from the orchestral and about 75 ft away from the conductor, we saw EVERYTHING up close and personal and it was truly amazing. This was the first time I ever saw the 9th and it was just an Ode to Joy!
    any time you can instill the love of the arts to a young person…do it…it stays with you all your ;life!


    • What a treat, Gert! We definitely take advantage of living so close to DC and head to The Mall many weekends. My son likes the Air and Space Museum and the other Galleries. He once declared he wanted to be Chinese when he grows up because they make the best pottery. Hehe!


  6. great news! that he was able to see a live performance and that he now wants to play an instrument. Seeing the world of music is such a wonderful experience and having that experience at such a young age is great! Music will stay with him forever. The same happens with art, seeing the works of great artists and museums filled with wonders…

    Good for your son to have that this experience…in fancy jeans!


  7. Way to go Paula! I’m guessing your son had a great time, too.


  8. Paula you are a better woman than me!
    Been there and back again, of course, and never did like those kind of snide remarks when related to my children…oh so long ago!
    I still struggle with patience, on and off the mat! I try, oh how I try to overlook things, but then…
    practice, practice, practice.
    thanks for a nice ‘peek’ into your life.


  9. When my son was about that age, we were walking out the door on the way to day care before school, then me rushing to work, only to have him tell me “I need to bring in an 18th century costume today”! Needless to say, a note to the teacher had to suffice that day.

    After 3 kids, all grown now, I’ve learned a very important lesson: ALWAYS keep a supply of different sizes and colors of poster board on hand–I can’t count how many times I was driving around town at 10 PM trying to find some for a project one of my kids only just remembered!


    • The last-minute reminders always get me, too! Last month I found a note 10 minutes before the bus came about making playdough at home to bring in for a school project THAT day. I quickly followed the recipe but used the wrong kind of salt. He got off the bus later that day letting me know his teacher tried to fix it but they decided to throw it away. He said it was oozing all over the place. Hehe! Thanks, Abbri! 🙂


  10. it kind of sucks that the dress up is required, what about those that just can’t afford dress clothes?


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