I hurried and dressed quickly to get to the church early. I couldn’t afford to run late since I was leading the children’s program that morning. I quickly grabbed a pair of pants off the top of a stack, not remembering that the pile was supposed to go to the cleaner’s weeks before for repair.
That was my first mistake.
I got there just in time to open the classrooms and double check the list of workers. Kids filled the classrooms and I remembered I’d left my notebook in the worship pastor’s office. I slipped in quietly while he was on the phone and pointed to my pile of stuff. He nodded and I squatted to get my things.
That was my second mistake.
My seam of my pants ripped from front to back, leaving me exposed, literally. I glanced quickly at the pastor with my jaw open as he laughed loudly at his phone conversation, not seeming to notice my unbearable dilemma (or perhaps he just covered well).
(I think it bares mentioning that I chose a lesser form of undergarments to avoid a panty line, possibly mistake number three).
So, I did the only natural thing: while looking at the back of the Pastor’s head, I tiptoed over to the coat rack and stole his overcoat, wrapped it around myself and ran to my car, calling my husband on the way home.
I may have laughed and cried the whole way home.
I learned a lot of from this experience: 1. Don’t wear pants with tears in the seam, no matter how small. 2. Don’t wear minimal underwear (for several reasons, actually) 3. Don’t squat in public 4. Don’t neglect myself.
Motherhood has blessed me so much. It’s taught me great character. I’ve learned to put the needs of my children in front of my own. I make sure they are clothed and fed and doing well.