This morning (at this writing) we woke up to 8 degree temperatures here in North Carolina. Just a few days before Christmas I rode around town with my sunroof open, enjoying the breeze. The forecast for this weekend includes temperatures in the 60’s and a week from now there is the possibility for a Wintry Mix. I think our state motto should be changed to “The Schizophrenic Weather State” or “The Multiple Seasons a Week State.”
Schools were delayed two hours due to extreme cold so we took full advantage and slept in. You need all the rest you can get to work hard at staying warm. A few minutes before I headed out to warm up the car Sophalopes started looking for gloves. After several minutes of searching the dark recesses of our closets all we could come up with was one white glove and one brown one. I had no idea I am the only female in the house with a matching pair of gloves.
Soph suggested that we stop at the grocery store on the way to school and see if they had any. I thought it was an odd place to shop for gloves, but she thought she remembered seeing some. So off we went. (Just a quick shout out for the Most Awesome Husband Ever who bought me a car with heated seats! This “tushy-less” wife was very happy this morning!) After a quick 30 seconds in the store she came out empty-handed and got back in the car.
I looked down at my leather-clad hands and as a Mom I knew it was one of those moments when you make the ultimate sacrifice for your child. With a tear in my eye and a quivering voice I quietly offered up The Best Leather Gloves in the History of Leather Gloves to save my child’s precious hands. I just knew generations from now people would be talking about this Momma Moment and how brave I had been. Especially if she follows through on her plans to become an orthopedic surgeon. I could be THAT Mom one day!
I really expected a huge smile as she lovingly took my offering and a gave a heartfelt, “Thank you.” Instead, she shrugged her shoulders and said, “These will be fine.” These. These. “These” are the one white glove and the one brown glove. The mismatched pair of gloves was fine with her. I silently wondered how on earth this profoundly self-assured, confident young lady could possibly the daughter of such a mess as me. Keep in mind she is the one who really tried to talk me into buying the yellow tube top dress back in the summer.
When we pulled up at the curb at school I watched in amazement as she gathered her things and got out of the car like nothing was amiss. I looked her in the eye one last time as I tried to hand her my matching leather gloves and said, “Are you sure?” And she just rolled her eyes and said, “Mom” in that tone of voice that reminds me she is closer to adulthood than I am sometimes. She closed the car door like she does every day and walked into school like everything was right in her universe…with her mismatched gloves.
And everything is right in her universe because she knows she is not defined by her gloves…matching or otherwise.
Unfortunately, 31 years ago if I had been in her shoes (or in her gloves), I wouldn’t have worn any gloves in 8 degree weather if they didn’t match. I would have been HORRIFIED. To stand out in any way was a completely paralyzing thought to me.
So this morning, when I watched her walk into school that’s when I knew that I knew in the depths of my soul just how big my God is. And how small I am. While I have written this wrapped in humor and a bit of self-deprecation, please know that my bottom line is deep and profound: God is so much bigger than me, my mess(es), my mistakes or my ability to screw things up.
Mark 10:27 (ESV) ~ “Jesus looked at them and said, ‘With man it is impossible, but not with God. For all things are possible with God.'”
Important Update: Just so no one thinks Sophalopes is completely devoid of any fashion sense…when she got home that afternoon she did ask that we go shopping for matching gloves (and scarf, and head band). She is now all set for the 60 degree weather coming this weekend!