Warning: I’m gonna mention some unmentionables.
Almost as an afterthought when the littles and I were at the Red Bullseye Marketplace the other day, picking up something to go with our supper and one other thing we needed from there, I ran through the underwear section. I like their underoos, and it’s been years since I’ve had to buy any. Those things hold up.
In our house Santa brings underwear. When one of the children questioned this gift usually stuffed into their stockings, I told them the truth. “Santa brings you underwear if he really loves you.”
And yet, somehow, I haven’t gotten any in years.
So, yes, some of my undergarments might be starting to show a little wear from all the times I’ve had to put on my big girl panties and pull them up. Since I rarely go to this store anymore, I decided to take a moment and pick out a couple–just a couple–pair to begin cycling some out.
Sorry to get so personal people, but this is real life. Perhaps this is the next sign of independent living, right behind buying your own toilet paper–buying your own underwear. I don’t know. But stay with me–I’m going somewhere with this.
I brought them home, washed them, and put on one of the brand new pair. Funny. No one else has a clue you’ve got them on, and yet, you feel different. New underwear, fun? Well, yeah. So I was getting dressed, and after I put my capris on, well…..how to say…..
Things just didn’t feel right. I felt as though my pants didn’t fit right. Were they too small? Why didn’t my pants fit?
I decided to start back over from “base layer” so to speak. I pulled out some old, trusted unmentionables and then put my capris back on.
And you know what?
They. Fit. Perfectly.
Picture me rubbing my head as I shook it and tried to figure this out. Yes, the new underoos were made a little different, but I didn’t think they were THAT different.
And yet they must have been.
It’s like that in life too, isn’t it? If things at our very base level, deep down inside of us are all out of sorts–everything else in our world and life and day to dailies will be too. If we are sad or lost or broken down in our core, if things are not just right, eventually it will out. There’s no covering that up completely. At least not comfortably.
It might make us walk with a hitch in our getalong.
Just like I was when I had on the new underoos. (Yeah, literally.)
And nobody has time for that.
Tonight I give thanks for old and dependable underwear that gives me the sense of a good foundation and makes for a good fit. I’m even more thankful for my good foundation, put there by my Mama, my Daddy, and Aunts and uncles and friends and family and people who have loved me “anyway.”
It just makes everything fit better.
Love to all.
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