T. was excited yesterday because she was going to K.'s house that afternoon to have a make over. I asked her what kids do at a make over. She didn't exactly roll her eyes but she did say, "You know, we do stuff." When I asked her what kind of stuff she said she was going to brush K.'s hair and play Barbies. After recess she showed me a folded paper with K.'s phone number on it. Apparently the Make Over Day had not yet been approved by the moms. Later when T. lost the paper, things seemed dire until someone saved the day by spotting it under the table.
Sometimes I think I'm in need of a Make Over Day. Not the dowdy to glam shot--how did I ever exist without these experts telling me everything I am doing wrong--now I have to spend hours a day perfecting my look because everyone knows what I really could/should look like--type of day. I'm thinking more along the lines of another New Year's Resolution gone awry type. Big plans. Big ideas. Just a phone call away to a better me. Must have gotten lost under the table, during those crazy busy days when it is easier to go back to my default settings.
Time to take a breath and realize whose number I really need.
This is what the Lord says—
your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel:
“I am the Lord your God,
who teaches you what is best for you,
who directs you in the way you should go.
Isaiah 48:17
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