Yesterday I came across the feed of a woman on Instagram that made my jaw drop. It’s probably one of the prettiest feeds I’ve ever seen, and her kids (as many as I have) were dressed in the most beautiful muted-colored linen clothes, complete with Birkenstocks and straw hats. My immediate reaction was, “I wish my kids dressed like that!” and then it was, “I bet they never eat hot dogs.”
My kids wear sweats and character tees, and they usually walk around with dirty feet because they refuse to wear shoes outside. I consider it a win when the outfit they’ve chosen for the day slightly matches and they’ve changed their underwear and brushed their teeth. They destroy clothing faster than I can replace it, making the amount of hand-me-downs dwindle each season. And they’re awesome for all of it, maybe minus the destroying clothing part.
I guess I could buy only a certain type of fancier, albeit simple clothing for my boys and they would be forced to wear it, but I honestly probably couldn’t afford it anyway. Give me all the $7 tees from Target, please! Not to mention, it’s just not who my kids are, so what purpose would seeing them walk down the stairs in that clothing I admired so much serve? Zero. They like what they like, and who am I to tell them they’re wrong? I can’t mold them into who I want them to be, nor do I want to because I love them just the way they are. Although, I wouldn’t be too upset if Henry happened to lose his favorite pair of Star Wars shorts. Just saying.
I’m in NO way insinuating that this woman forces her children to wear this type of clothing because I’m 100% certain that everything in her life is just beautiful. Plain and simple. This is just an example of how seeing the beauty in other people’s lives can make you question the beauty in your own. And why? I have plenty of beauty in my life, and while it may be different from someone else’s beauty, isn’t that what makes it even more beautiful (on a personal level, of course)? Times like this I want to just delete the whole damn app because the never feeling good enough part of it is a completely unhealthy result of scrolling. At the same time, though, that icky feeling can also be a reality check slap across the face for me to get out of the rabbit hole of scrolling and look around and appreciate what I have. Every inch of ugly character tee and dirty toe of it.