When I was a teenager I worked at Foot Locker. The place where they sell sneakers and athletic wear. We had to dress like referees in our black and white striped shirts and black pants. Let me tell you, polyester isn’t flattering. On anyone!
Now as a mom, I often look down to see if I’m still wearing those clothes. I feel like all I do is referee the Noodges. And let me tell you what, it’s way harder than selling sneakers. In fact, it makes me crazy trying to hear both sides of the story and being fair in my decision as to who is right and who did what to whom. Not to mention it’s one of the unappreciated tasks I complete during the day as a mom. No matter what I decide someone ends up unhappy. Many times I wish I had instant replay.
Since I can’t win I’ve decided to be rid of the black and white stripes for good. When the Noodges come to me saying, “He did this,” “She said that,” instead of putting my hands over my ears and saying, “Nah Nah Nah. I can’t hear you.” I look at them and say, “Figure it out. I’m not a referee.”
That response doesn’t win me any points either because they both want to be right. (Don’t we all.) But my new fashion statement has me feeling lighter, happier, at peace. Sure, they still come to me pleading their cases of injustice and my instincts want to take over and save everyone. Sometimes I forget and put my black and white shirt back on for a moment. Habits die hard. But in the end they will be better off for my change in attire. And so will I. Because let’s face it, sneakers might be cool, but black and white vertical stripes aren’t fashionable.