This is a silly thing to discuss today, after all the Afghan craziness yesterday, but it is something I’d like to explore. Do your children wear coats? I mean, when it is cold outside, do they go into their closets and pull out thick garments with sleeves and zippers and hoods, sometimes, and put them on before leaving the house? Are there hats involved? Or gloves, and scarves?
Here, in Texas, kids can survive in short sleeves for nine months of the year. For the other three, they add a sweatshirt. This morning, it was 37 degrees outside, and when I made my second trip to school, at 7:35, it was snowing.
“What is that?” said my 14 year old from the back seat, shivering.
“That is snow,” I answered, in sheepskin, and pajamas.
“Wow, a coat, maybe.”
“The vest, without the sleeves?”
Last year, I bought the vest, thinking it was at least something, if it wasn’t a coat. She loved the vest, I thought.
“It doesn’t do anything,” she said.
“Then, there is something to do.”
It was early for word games. And we had arrived at school. Instead of dropping her off a half mile away and making her feel the cold, step by blustery step, I pulled up a little closer than usual. I am a bad parent. I am not tough enough. Tomorrow, I am going to be so mean. I am going to make her wear the vest.