There's a widow in our community whom I have long known from afar. I wrote an open letter to her years ago, after her husband was shot and killed on duty as a law enforcement officer.
I am pretty sure I spotted her in the corner booth at Chick-fil-A this week.
Not in a creepy way. And not that I exploit my family discount at any particular establishment. Let's all mind our business.
I said to my guys, "Should I go say hello to her?"
I thought they might have some insights, as they had once been the children in a similar situation. Sometimes people talked to us when we were them. I wasn't sure how my kids felt about it, in retrospect.
My son said, "Mom, I need for you to seriously consider your appearance. I mean, do you feel good about how you look right now? You have chick-fil-a sauce on your shirt."
My appearance hadn't actually crossed my mind. Now that he mentioned it, I decided to just pray that our paths would cross another time. When I might be dressed more appropriately.
It's good to have teenagers. Good for the humility.
Hilarious AND the story of my life. Almost 99% of the time I have food on my shirt....quite embarrassing. And the bluntness of your boys.. yep get it!
There ain't nuthin' like getting right to the meat (or sauce, in this instance) of the matter ...