Shopping

Taking the girls shopping is always an experience. I still remember the very first time I ever had to perch myself in the dressing room on a chair and wait for them to come out and “model” their outfits for me. I was kind of in shock, because I remember that's what my mom did. I remember feeling old and privileged at the same time.

Until that day, I’d always brought home clothes, set them out, and they put them on and wore them. No questions asked.

All of a sudden, I had GIRLS. They cared what they wore, what color it was, whether it had enough sequins on it, the list goes on.

Now, several years later, I’m still finding a chair or just standing around in the aisle of the dressing room waiting. Sometimes with other moms.

We listen for the sounds of disgust.

And pray we hear those magic words: “this isn’t so bad.”