Whenever I see a little kid out in public, dressed like their favorite princess, super hero, or just in their own sense of style, it brings to mind one of my most cherished memories.
This story is actually about a judgement I was proud to have made of me.
It was early 2005 and we had recently moved to Virginia. We had spent several Sundays visiting churches to find our new faith family. After a few visits to a small church that met inside a school auditorium, we had started to attend regularly and became acquainted with the members of the church.
At the time, my kids were ages 1, 3, 4, 11, and 14 years old. My 3 yo daughter had tons of dress up dresses modeled after Disney Princesses and my 4yo son practically lived in his Mr. Incredible costume. Strangely, I didn't see any reason to fight them when I would tell them to go get dressed for church and they'd come out to the car in those outfits. Did we get some raised eyebrows and a few chuckles? Sure! Even my 11yo would say, "Mom, make them change, please! That's embarrasing!"
But, I just rolled with it.
Months later, I joined a small group and the members had to go around introducing each other instead of themselves. A fun ice-breaker to get us started. My new friend Ann, introduced me with this statement, "I knew I could be friends with a woman who let her kids come to church dressed the way they wanted to."
She saw us, she judged us, she loved us.
I wish I had a picture of the kids dressed up, but alas, if there are any they are probably lost on a dead hard drive in an old computer in the basement portion known as our electronics graveyard.
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