Ode To My Pajama Pants

My pajama pants.  And their pocket.
My pajama pants. And their pocket.

This.  This made me smile.  And giggle.

I mean, there’s a pocket.

On my pajama pants.

I’ve never seen such before.

Isn’t that precious?

And–shhh, don’t let them hear us talking–a bit unnecessary?

I mean, I don’t know about the rest of you, but when I put on my pajama pants, I’m all about the sleep.  As we say around here when we get tired and giddy or cranky, “I need to use the sleep.”  I can’t fathom anything that I would do once I don the pants that would require a pocket.

A back pocket at that.

But these pants are bold.  They are brave.  They are ready–they are outside the box of what is normally expected of pajama pants.  They say, “Hey, if something comes up, and we need to dash quickly, I got this.  No need to change back into those other pants–those uncomfortable ones…..Not only am I comfortable, but I’m functional too.  Look, I have a pocket.”

Yeah, you do.

Over the years, I’ve been known to call my pajama bottoms “silly pants.”  And y’all, if we are honest here, isn’t a back pocket on pajamas really silly?

Ahem.

Or is it?

Maybe, just maybe, this pocket, these pants with what looks unnecessary, maybe they should inspire me instead.  To step outside the norm, beyond what is expected, and be unique.  Original.  Be me.  Even if it looks like I’m a bit off or odd or eccentric.  There’s nothing wrong with being different, even if folks might laugh.

Ah, I’m sorry, Pajama Pants.

So what’s your back pocket?  What about you makes you stand out?  What’s different?  What makes you, YOU?

Embrace it.  Love it.  Accept and celebrate who you are.  Let the whole world see your “back pocket.”  Who cares if folks think it’s crazy.  Off the wall.  It’s what makes you you, and that’s as perfectly wonderful as it can get.

And–do the same for others.  Let them be who they are.  Maybe their back pockets work for them and give them hope.  You never know.

 

 

*****Tonight’s post was, as my Mama used to say, just for the fun of it.  (And then she’d say, if it’s not fun, don’t do it.  I hear you, Mama.  Thanks.  Love you.)

Love to all.

 

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