While we were there, I did my motherly duty – capitalized on any opportunity to kill a few birds with one stone. When tooling around, having fun in Vail, I b-lined for a rack of men’s shirts, jackets, sweaters and grabbed an all-black zip-up. Perfect for Teen Take-Out and his school’s requirement for a solid black over-garment.
“Mom… That’s looks like a girl’s sweater,” TTO protested.
“What are you talking about?! Look. It’s clearly on the Men’s rack. There are no women’s clothes at all. … Just try it on.”
“TRY IT ON! … Come on. Don’t you love how soft it is.”
He felt the gushy, black softness…
“It does feel really good, but I think it looks like – “
“Don’t say ‘girl’. It’s a MEN’S jacket.” I emphasized the “Men’s”. Then I asked the guy at the register. He confidently confirmed my assessment that the jacket was in fact a men’s jacket. And off we went with the super-soft Columbia sweater (at a great price!)
Fast forward a few moths. The jacket meets Dallas and cooler weather. TTO wears it to school without saying a word… but I could tell that he still wasn’t 100% sure. I thought he looked great. He felt a bit odd, but trusted his mother. He’s been wearing it every day since. It’s a cozy, cool sweater. No logo. No uniform-store stiff blend number. It’s a nice, sleek ride.
A few weeks ago in the car, he floats his concern from the back seat as our family is headed home from lunch at Schlotzky’s…
“Mom… I really think this is a girls jacket.”
“Would you stop with the girl thing. It’s a guy’s jacket.”
John weighs in, “I’ll solve this once and for all… which side is the zipper on?”
“It’s on the left.”
“Well .. girls zippers are on the right. I guess that proves it.” John replies.
I’m thrilled that I had been right all along. I didn’t really know the zipper thing, but it wasn’t me trying to convince the kid.
Fast forward to tonight.
“Mom … I’m pretty sure my jacket is a girl’s.”
“Please – Drop it. How many times do we have to discuss this tired topic?”
“Well, today Miller was commenting on how soft the thing is. He wanted to know what it’s made of. Here.. check out the tag and see for yourself.”
He proceeded to pull out the tag and stick it right smack in front of my eyes.
And yes… there it was as clear as day… Not 100% Cotten or 50-50 Poly-Blend … No – here’s what he showed me:
Thanks for walking the road with me.