This morning, we began our walk to school and caught sight of a girl changing her clothes in front of our house. "What is she doing?" Jake asked me, as he watched the girl shove her winter coat into a huge backpack. "I think she was adjusting her outfit," I hesitantly explained. We all crossed an intersection together. As she stepped in front of us, clutching her cell phone and hurrying to school, I noticed her bare heels sticking out of fuzzy house slippers! I almost laughed out loud.
I am so glad I am not in high school anymore.
It's not because I am any less an outsider, these days. In fact, I could argue that my differences are even more pronounced. The advantage of being older, though, is having more perspective, a certain confidence that comes with age, and the recognition that you can't control everything. I don't know how I got from being a girl wearing fuzzy house slippers in winter to where I am now. But I'm glad for the sake of my sanity and also for my children, that despite all the ways in which we might not fit in and the disappointment and scariness of life not unfolding exactly the way I wanted, I recognize that we're all doing pretty well. We are, of all things, a pretty happy bunch. If you've been reading me, you'll know that I don't say this lightly. I am very proud of my children.