Our youngest has a role in this year’s high school musical. They are performing “Annie Get Your Gun” this spring.
Yesterday afternoon, I took him to a couple of local thrift stores to look for a pair of cowboy boots. We found a pair that fit on sale for $14. Yeehaw!
I am letting him borrow a western-styled flannel shirt to wear in the play.
“Do you have a shirt my friend Sandy can borrow?” he asks.
As I am sorting through a pile of flannel looking for a shirt for his friend, I am struck by the volume of my collection.
Sometimes we take for granted all that we have. The roof over our heads, our overstocked pantry and freezer. The ability to buy a new shirt whenever and just because and flannel!
Even though we ended up going the thrift store route for the cowboy boots, we have the means to buy our kids new boots for a play, a suit jacket for chorus, tools for vo-tech.
Not everyone is so lucky.
“If any other kids need flannel shirts, let me know,” I tell him.
“Ok, I’ll tell the play director to let everyone know,” he says.
When W comes home that night we laugh.
We can’t wait to hear what he told the director of the play.
“My butch mother has flannel shirts for everyone!”
So stereotypical but so true.
Flannel, it’s for butches. It’s for young thespians and gunslingers and lumberjacks. Everyone, really.
So, yeah, it’s good to be butch. It’s good to share. And it’s good to remember to be grateful for all that we have.
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What are you grateful for today?