Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate.
Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from me.) After the shirt was in place, he proceeded to say that he wanted to wear his favorite colors today. Unbeknownst to me, pink is one of his favorite colors ... Along with green.
At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.)
That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.)
At this point, Kate joined in the fun and started handing Adam pink clothing from the donate pile. Adam's fun-loving nature encouraged him to just keep layering clothes.
It was the best part of the day. I realized I could have been frustrated that they were messing up the donate pile and removing items that would just have to be put back in the pile. But instead I decided to play and laugh with them. I'm so grateful for the light hearted atmosphere this boy brings into our home.
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