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Tuesday, March 14, 2017
SLICE #14- UNIFORMS
He couldn't wait to get his first football jersey.
He slept in the shoulder pads and helmet for three nights straight.
He loved the kelly green basketball shirt.
Didn't take his high school letter jacket off for four months.
Even so, I am a little surprised at his reaction to the new work uniforms.
He usually doesn't want to talk about work.
Or actually much of anything else.
At least not to me.
Tonight, though, he is waiting at the dining room table
when I walk in the door from work.
I wonder what might be wrong.
How was work? I say, steeling myself for the bad news.
"Good," he says.
"It was good.
I got my uniforms."
He goes into his bedroom
and comes out with an armload of clothes on hangers.
Six pairs of black pants. Creased.
Three short sleeved.
Three long sleeved.
Spelled correctly on a patch sewn over the the right pocket
Certified technician over the left.
As far as I know, he hasn't been certified in anything.
But if this patch
embroidered on a patch on his back
make it feel true
so be it.
he tells me that the last place told him
he would get uniforms in 30 days.
And he worked there way longer than that.
But still didn't get a uniform.
He tells me that most people leave their uniforms at work.
They get washed there.
(I think the car dealership probably has a uniform service).
But he has brought his uniforms home
Will wash them himself.
I imagine the grease and grime from a car place.
The hours it will take to iron those creases.
And suggest he might want to take the uniforms back.
And let them do the washing and ironing.
He considers it
and decides he will take three back
and leave three at home.
Just to make sure he always has one available.
He is so proud of the uniforms.
He belongs somewhere.
He has worth.
My mother heart lifts.
A tiny success.
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Small steps, but at least in the right direction.
Everyone wants some kind of acknowledgment for their work. Wearing a uniform is rather nice when working at a car place. It identifies the experts, at least it would for me. Nice news, Carol.
Carol - what a priceless gift he was given with those uniforms! Identity means belonging to something. I'm so glad the news at the table was happy news.
Beautiful, beautiful post, Carol. I love the way you have written this, the care in his each line. The repetition and the careful details show me so much about your son--and about your love.
Yes, small steps but I feel joy in your words. May your son have success!
My heart is lifting for you and for him!
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