When I was in grade school, I was the weird kid. I am still not over it! Ok, that's probably the wrong choice of words...I am over it...but it's a part of me, inside...molded into the person I am today.
I can't help feeling like my son is destined to be the weird kid too. Like he will inherit the crown... is dorkiness hereditary? Let me explain...
Today was photo day at preschool and I completely forgot. Except, even if I didn't forget, we don't have anything fancy to dress him in. Still, I went home then raced back to change his yellow rubber boots and put a gap plaid shirt on him. I also licked my thumb and flattened his eyebrows. I checked his nose for boogers... The other kids were looking pretty sharp! Which gave me a pang of regret - does my son fit in?
There's another reason for this 'weird mom' guilt trip. I am building him a GIGANTIC Halloween costume. It's huge! He loves it! But, it's not exactly playground friendly...definitely an oddball choice! And massive!!!! I have tried to talk him into a different costume for the daytime...no luck - he wants to be a Hot Wheels Highway Hauler. (I can't really blame him since it is wicked!)
No big deal, right? I am dressing him up as a trucker too...pot belly, hat, aviators, mustache...and that same gap plaid shirt!
So maybe he will, or won't be a little different than the pack...as long as he becomes the person he is meant to be, despite having a weird mom...
ps. I could have done a simple show & tell. My son really does love this costume, and he has no problem running around the house with it (well, except when he bumps into things)...what was I thinking?
pps. We have to do a lot of detail work on the truck...the big guy can help me paint designs on the trailer...and the wheels need to be glued on...
UPDATE: The final costume + last year's fire truck costume. My son decided to wear the fire truck again this year! We will keep the Hotwheels highway hauler costumer for next year.
