A WORN OUT SWEAT SHIRT
REPOST FROM AUGUST 2010
What happened to the average I-don’t-care-what-I-wear-on-Saturday people? They’re either gone or they’re hiding.
This was a typical Saturday for me with a few exceptions. Work in the morning hit the gym early and take care of whatever falls into the”his” category of responsibility.
I don’t dress like Frank Sinatra any day of the week and I’m the polar opposite on Saturday. This is the day that society has deemed acceptable for a person to wear worn out, discolored, wrinkled, outdated or just plain ugly clothing. At least it used to be. Come to think of it, I guess I’m probably the only one at the gym with holes in my clothes nowadays… Whenever they changed this code they didn’t inform me of it.
I went straight home from the gym, got my wife’s much past due for an oil change car and took it to the “lame lube”. (We don’t pull out into the desert to change oil anymore, I did get that memo) They were even slower and more inept that day than usual. I didn’t have time to let them try to figure out how to reset the oil life percentage read out. My youngest daughter was at home waiting to be taken to her orientation at the library where she has volunteered to work on the weekends.
She is definitely a, “chip off the old block.” She loves books even more than I did when I was young. There is a possibility that she has read more books in her life than I have in mine. At any rate, we only had time for her to hop in the car and head straight to the library.
She was a little apprehensive about walking into the library by herself. She wanted me to walk her in. This, a job that she volunteered for without my wife or me coercing her into. I didn’t even know they had such positions. I thought you had to be middle-aged, wear glasses, wear your hair in a bun and have strong lungs to be able to say, “Shhhhhhhh”!
What do I know? I know enough to know that she needed to walk in alone and learn to be independent. “Please go in with me”! She pleaded. “Do you really want me to walk you in with holes in my shirt”? I responded, a perfect prop for the occasion. She started again, “I think y-“-RIP!!! I cut her off. Mid-sentence I reached over to my left shoulder and enlarged the size of the hole in my shirt… to ensure independence. “Okay, Dad.” She smiled as if to say, “That was a good one, Dad.” I finished with, “I’ll wait out her for a few minutes in case they need me and my ripped up clothes to sign anything.”
She walked briskly with intention in her steps, I know because I followed her at a distance. The library is adjacent to the mall and sometimes has some suspicious looking characters hanging around. You know, people with holes in their clothes and the like…
With one hour to kill, I stepped through the parking garage to the mall. I can count on one hand the times I’ve been to the mall by myself in the last two decades. I can count on the other hand the times I’ve been with my wife in that same time period.
To my surprise I was the only one walking through the mall with a sweatshirt on that had noticeable sweat discoloration and holes. Doesn’t anyone else wear their old favorites that should have been thrown away years ago except me?
While discovering a $9.99 baggy shorts sale rack, I got a text from my daughter. It read, “It’s getting ready to start, I think it’s going to be really good”! – “I don’t need you to come in.” I texted back, “Good job girl, I knew you could do it”!
Off in the distance, in my mind’s eye, I see and taste that bitter-sweet day of my little girl’s independence…
This worn out old green worn out sweat shirt soaks up the tears quite well.
I think I’ll keep it for a while…..
Jean
Thursday, September 20, 2012 @ 7:30 pm
Great story! They grow up in a blink and your memories reminded me of that and wish I hd appreciated those times more. I miss them!
Floyd
Friday, September 21, 2012 @ 2:08 pm
Thanks Jean. I hear you. It’s mind boggling how fast it goes by ins’t it? I’m trying to enjoy the last of it, because I know tomorrow when I wake up, it will be over…
Amy Nabors
Friday, September 21, 2012 @ 4:41 am
Just goes to show you never can judge someone by how they dress. Those independent moments with our kids do seem to hit suddenly don’t they? My son is finally big enough to sit in the front seat. It’s been very surreal to look over & him be sitting there instead of in the back. We all need an old worn out sweatshirt for those moments.
Floyd
Friday, September 21, 2012 @ 2:09 pm
Well said, Amy. Those old sweatshirts are more valuable than we ever knew… Thanks.
Lisa notes
Friday, September 21, 2012 @ 10:06 am
I love your parenting technique to promote independence. ha. I totally get it.
Just this morning I was hoping that I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew at the grocery store because of my rather shabby attire (I’m being gracious). Now that I have no kids at home to corral me in, who knows how I’ll be appearing in public from now on.
Floyd
Friday, September 21, 2012 @ 2:10 pm
Don’t worry if you run into me out there in your Saturday gardening clothes, I won’t point a finger if you don’t!
Jason Stasyszen
Friday, September 21, 2012 @ 3:24 pm
Great story, Floyd–made me smile! And when I go to the gym, I don’t get dressed up either. I recently threw away some of the worst offenders in my closet, but I still don’t wear anything nice. I mean, you can pay $60 for a workout shirt, but that seems crazy to me!
Floyd
Friday, September 21, 2012 @ 4:43 pm
Thanks, Jason. It’s nice to know I’m not alone in this! Besides that, the old stuff is just more comfortable!
Hazel Moon
Friday, September 21, 2012 @ 5:57 pm
I am glad your daughter is volunteering at the library. That is excellent experience for her. I am also happy that she likes books.
I learned to catalogue in the first grade, and in high school was paid a small stipend to work 3 hours in the library each cay.
I really must go through my wardrobe and get rid of some of my old attire. I hate to part with some really old things – – that is why I am keeping my husband.
Floyd
Saturday, September 22, 2012 @ 9:39 am
Too funny! I’m not sure Robert would appreciate that! Thanks, Hazel. I always appreciate your wisdom and wit!
Nancy
Friday, September 21, 2012 @ 9:08 pm
Use It Up, Wear It Out, Make It Do, or Do Without.
I think to many people in our nation have NEVER learned to so this! I have spoken to kids I know and they won’t even hem their pants or sew on a button. When something needs repair, they THROW it out! Sheesh! “I’ll just get another one” is the mentality.
So many are tied to appearances and brand names that they couldn’t find their true self if they tried. Very sad.
I love to work around home in frumpy, comfortable old clothes, but I have learned to clean up some before I go out. Since people tend to judge by appearances, I think it makes me more believable in the event I have to reach out to help someone or pray over them. LOL!
You have taught your daughter well. I’m sure just knowing your were out there, ready and able to rescue her if needed was a big comfort and boost to her independence!
BTW…..I think you should frame that shirt!
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Floyd
Saturday, September 22, 2012 @ 9:42 am
I agree with you, Nancy. I probably should dress a little nicer. If I don’t have meetings with new people, I’m in gym clothes. It’s gotten to be a habit… One I really like! The first time I posted this back in 2010 I have a picture of my little one with it on. Now that she’s a couple of years older and done with braces, I didn’t think she’d appreciate it! Thanks for bringing a flair only you can to the subject!
Voni Harris
Saturday, September 22, 2012 @ 3:57 pm
A worn-out sweatshirt for indpendence. I guess your daughter got the better end of that deal, even if you did get a measure of comfort from the shirt. God is good that way! I agree with Nancy…frame it! Blessings to your daughter’s new venture!
Floyd
Saturday, September 22, 2012 @ 7:04 pm
Thanks, Voni. I’m not sure my wife would really appreciate framing the old thing. She doesn’t appreciate my worn out old clothes as much as me!
Dan Black
Saturday, September 22, 2012 @ 7:17 pm
Great story, it shows your doing a great job at raising your children.
My favorite shirt is one I have had for 8 years and my wife would never allow me to wear it outside of the house.
Floyd
Sunday, September 23, 2012 @ 7:27 am
Those are the best ones! Thanks, Dan. I’m trying, not near perfect, but God’s pushing us along.
Jennifer@GDWJ
Saturday, September 22, 2012 @ 8:49 pm
Hey … I’m with you, friend. I still wear my ratty clothes on Saturday. In fact, on writing days, you’ll find me wearing them all day long! I love your writing voice, Floyd. I love how your personality shines through in your words here.
Floyd
Sunday, September 23, 2012 @ 7:28 am
Thanks, Jennifer. I appreciate the kind words and another fellow comfortable clothes wearer!
Audra Krell
Monday, September 24, 2012 @ 9:46 am
Wonderful story, glad you reposted, because I didn’t see this one before! You get me every time with your stories about the girls…time goes so fast.
Floyd
Monday, September 24, 2012 @ 5:59 pm
Thanks, Audra. I get myself I’m afraid… Kind of like your Bed, Bath, and Beyond…
Mike
Monday, September 24, 2012 @ 2:13 pm
I believe strongly in teaching Independence to our children, although it’s hard to see them grow up and not need you as much any more. As for dress codes, ha! My favorite outfit in the summer is my sweat shorts, a tee shirt and slip on sandals. As I get older I’m much more concerned with feeling good than looking good. 🙂
Floyd
Monday, September 24, 2012 @ 6:01 pm
Thanks, Mike. You hit the nail on the head! That sums it up perfectly…