Wear It Proudly

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This old gal...

Was a waitress in high school...had to wear a long red dress and white hat...served German food at one of the popular Amana restaurants...

Loved waitressing...meeting tourists...hearing their stories...laughing with them about the GIANT cinnamon roll they just ordered...

A bus kid went on break with a gaggle of other servers...middle-aged married women...decided to share with waitress-me that she was the topic of conversation while they ate..."They think you're fake," was his revelation...

Which was funny because if waitress-me was anything...it wasn't fake...she loved people...loved the interaction...loved joking...loved teasing...

And something in that boy-band-look-a-like-at-the-Hy-Vee-check-out felt familiar...looked familiar...a throw back to chatty-waitress-me...a vision of that daughter of mine ordering Subway with a bubbly smile...

A boy version of us...how a son would have acted had mama-me had had a son...vivacious...spunky...maybe a little louder than most...

But nothing to apologize for...

Because it's ok to be who you are...social or not...boisterous or soft-spoken...whatever type of you that you are...wear it proudly...
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And that husband of mine...agrees...