It Will Be Okay

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Little-me…

Wore hand sewn clothes most of elementary school…was fine with it until that thing called double knit polyester came into fad…

Couldn’t stand the stuff…the texture…the feel…it was suffocating…made little-me sweat…made little-me yearn for a pair of pants…store-bought pants…pants like the other girls were wearing…

And in fourth grade it happened…purple…crushed corduroy…silver studs down the side of each leg…they were amazing…

Until reading group…sitting in chairs in a circle…reading book on the lap…ink pen in the hand…one of us started tickling her leg under the book…the tip of the pen making circles on the soft purple fabric…

Around and around and around and around…relaxing…soothing…until the book was lifted and tickling-me realized the tip of the pen was not retracted and that amazing purple pant leg was covered in ink…

And one of us fell apart…panicked…sobbed hysterically, afraid of how that mom of hers would react…

Which was not as expected…no blow up…no meltdown…no upsetting guilt…just spray the ink with hairspray and throw it in the wash…

And so it is…in life…some things aren’t as bad as we fear…have faith…stay strong…and check the lids on your pens—just to be safe…

And that husband of mine…agrees…