Dear Sonnet James

Dear Sonnet James,

Our meet-up was a convoluted one: I started following a blog, that lead me to another blog, that lead me to an Instagram account, that lead me to you. I salivated and day-dreamed about your dress and being the kind of mom that your brand represents. A mom that could play and have fun while still coming across as polished. I finally pulled the trigger and bought the Reese dress. I was so patient. It was on backorder for 4 months. When it came in the mail, I was giddy. I waited until I was all by myself to open you up. Oh and when I did, you did not disappoint. First, a fun Winnie the Pooh quote, then 2 lollipops and squishy toys for the girls, and finally THE DRESS. It was just as I imagined it would be: flattering, stretchy, movable, perfect sleeve length.

And when I decided to put you on, I felt so fun! I felt cute and put-together. The girls were so excited to see me in something other than shorts and tee shirt. We rode bikes, played dolphin patrol in the yard, and then...painted nails. My beautiful white dress with black stripes became black and white with hot pink splatter marks. I was fun no longer. I was mad. So mad. So I did the only thing I know to do when something catastrophic happens: I called my mom, gave her the dress, and hoped that she could work her magic on you.

After some time passed, I realized how I let this one little thing (read my One Thing post for more background here), sent me on a trajectory that I didn't want to be on. I spiraled. I let my girls see the spiraling. And for what? A 34 year old tantrum. I have to learn a better way. I will still wear my dress whether or not the stains come out because it is a good reminder that life can be messy, and this is OK.

So Sonnet James thank you for:
1. reminding me to be fun.
2. reminding me what really matters
3. reminding me that the look of being polished isn't the same thing as being polished.
4. and reminding me that shit happens, but it's how we respond that matters most.

Praying to be a better example for my family!

Love,
Sharon