Is that a miniature homeless man from Brooklyn?
No, it’s my son on Awards Ceremony Day at school.
I let him walk across the stage in high waters and Paw Patrol slippers.
I let him shake the hand of the principal with a skull cap on and a hoodie tied around his waist.
I completely forgot about the big day.
I’ll admit, I skimmed through the 500 papers he brought home that week, and didn’t get it on the calendar.
So I didn’t attend the ceremony (because I forgot) but my friend was kind enough to take this photo.
When I looked down at her text message, I actually gasped.
Did I seriously let him wear that to school?
Of course, he didn’t mind at all.
In fact, he was thrilled to be wearing exactly what he wanted on such an important day.
I’ve done this before.
Picture day – Fall VPK 2014.
I let him wear his favorite dinosaur shirt, mismatched shorts and lace-up camouflage boots (with safety orange laces.)
Colt couldn’t have been prouder to bring home the 8 x 10″ reminder of my #momfail.
A coworker of mine (a few years older and wiser) told me that one day these will be my favorite photos – because they represent the real Colt.
My sweet dinosaur-loving, camoflauge-wearing, homeless-looking bum.
Likewise, most of the photos I have of Colt’s first three years include his tool belt.
He never took it off.
I remember being so annoyed that we couldn’t leave the house without the damn tool belt.
But thinking back, My coworker was right, I love those memories most.
I love that he wore his tool belt to the pediatrician and the grocery store and church.
And I really don’t remember the days he wore his crisp plaid shirt and pressed chinos, at all.
Sure, I could have wrestled him into the new polo shirt and properly-fitting khakis I had intended for him to wear on Awards Day.
But that’s just not the real Colt.
And I love him just the way he is.