Warning--this is a little more girly a post. So what does someone wear to meet their child? At work I usually try to dress to match the groups I'm meeting with. Some days that's a suit. Most days, it's a little less formal.
What I wear definitely conveys a message about me, so what do I want to convey as mom? I'm thinking nice dark jeans and a sweater. (Not these jeans...but I sadly remember my mom wearing them.) That way I seem grown up and capable but accessible. It's what I would wear on most weekends, too. Consistency is good.
On the long car ride home from work today I decided I would wear make-up but not lipstick or nail polish. I only wear lipstick on special occasions. It makes me self conscious because I worry about it getting on my teeth or wearing off, and I never want to lose concentration in a meeting at work over something that stupid. Plus, it usually dries my lips out. No thanks, just give me some tinted lip gloss, and I'm a happy camper. I just lack lipstick finesse. Rosie will need to learn that elsewhere.
On second thought, I might wear nail polish. She's a girly girl, supposedly so maybe seeing me a little more dolled up might be good? Like a little bit of a glossy good faith offering? If I can manicure myself, perhaps it would convey that I would help her?
On top of thinking through my attire, I also thought through what I will be carrying. I baked her some chocolate chip, M&M cookies, tonight because I learned she loves anything chocolate ('atta girl!). Plus, nothing like some freshly baked, buttery cookies as a little bribe...
We will also bring her the quilt and pillow case my aunt made for her so she has something she can bring from the foster home here on the next couple of weekends and when she moves in. Again, consistency is good.
Right now, I'm just anxiously waiting for the social worker to email and say how tonight went. Right now, Rosie should have our book and know we're coming tomorrow. I hope the social worker emails soon because the longer it takes her the more I start to imagine the worse.
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