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Monday, May 21, 2012

A Badge of Honor

It has become a bit of a running joke in my family that I can't seem to get through an entire Shabbat or holiday without seriously messing up at least one white shirt.

It's not that I'm a messy eater/drinker (although I'm not above the occassional dribble or soup splash).  No, the culprit is usually one (or more) of my wonderful children.

I'll admit, it used to get me angry that I couldn't go more than a few hours in a white shirt without someone laying their dirty hands on me.  I mean, how hard is it to wash/wipe your hands before touching someone's white shirt, right?

Well, it's taken me a long time, but I've finally figured out what an ungrateful jerk I've been.  It came to me this past Shabbat as I was standing standing in shul, when the guy behind me leaned over and said, "I see he got you again".

I must have looked nonplussed, so he explained; "Your shirt... it has two chocolate hand prints on the back... here and here", while touching the back of my shirt about where my kidneys are.

In my mind's eye, I could clearly picture our eight-year-old, Yonah, giving me an enthusiastic hug after dinner the previous evening; his dirty hands grasping me tightly right about where the hand prints now adorned the back of my shirt. 

As I pictured that hug in my mind's eye, I could almost feel his warm cheek pressed against my chest.  And sure enough, when I looked down, there on the front of my shirt was a small cheek print which appeared to be a combination of grape juice and chicken gravy.

I shrugged at my friend who had brought the stains to my attention and said, "Yup, he got me again".

But in my head I was thinking, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world that I get to wear my kids' hugs around like a badge of honor for all the world to see!" 

Posted by David Bogner on May 21, 2012 | Permalink

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And with this post YOU got me again! [snuffle] ....where'd I leave the damn kleenex?!

(And, yes, I agree that we are very lucky that our kids are so affectionate!)

Posted by: zahava | May 21, 2012 4:35:08 PM

Great post! priceless visual imagery.

Thank you!

Posted by: Jethro | May 21, 2012 4:51:48 PM

I am crying, too. I wish there had been a notice when my clingiest son let go. I miss it. Now he is the most independent. They grow up too fast. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: joyce | May 21, 2012 6:57:13 PM

Yep... ungrateful, messy and obviously loved! :)

Posted by: val | May 22, 2012 1:50:52 AM

I think this is my favourite Treppenwitz post EVER.

Posted by: Alissa | Jun 4, 2012 7:33:14 PM

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