I’ll be frank: I’m a picky parent.
ESPECIALLY when it comes to clothes.
When I’m shopping I’m looking for items that are classic and comfortable. I steer clear of shirts with characters or words whenever possible. Instead I lean towards items with vivid colors or captivating patterns. I prefer clothing that doesn’t have gender-specific implications.
I’ve been eyeing your products for awhile. They are priced a bit higher than I’m used to spending on children’s clothes so I waited until I was ready to pick out a few favorite items. Your baby clothes are so darling that I had a terribly time trying to decide what to buy, but eventually I narrowed it down to a few things for the not-yet-arrived baby and a couple things for my three year old.
Our order arrived last week and I was absolutely smitten from the moment I pulled the clothes out of the package. I loved the vibrant colors. I loved the quality – I’m sure we’ll be able to use these through multiple children or pass them along to others when we’re done. The baby clothes were incredibly soft and comfy, just the way that kids’ clothing should be. So was the emerald green shirt for my son. He immediately put it on and said, “Thank you for buying me the new shirt, Mama! I so happy!” I was happy too.
Thank you for the rainbow of colors, the lack of characters, the absence of words, the classic silhouettes, and the comfy fabrics.
The Picky Parent
In case you’re wondering, this post WASN’T sponsored by Primary.com. In keeping with my theme for this year, I’m writing a public thank you note each week to an individual, a company or even an object for which I’m grateful. This week I’m grateful for Primary.com!
This week we had our third interaction. Each time I’ve seen you you’ve been friendly and helpful. This time, however, you exceeded my expectations.
You asked how my day was going and I responded, honestly, that I was fine even though it hadn’t been best day for me. Your immediate reaction was sincere concern. “Oh no! What’s going on?”
I didn’t want to burden you with the details, but your question was so genuine that I shared a brief summary. You listened sympathetically and then confided that you’d been in a similar position before. “It’s so hard!” you said.
Soon you were giving encouraging advice and telling me to hang in there.
I left our short interaction with an even higher view of you than I’d had before. I left grateful that you’d taken a few moments to step outside of your job requirements to make a personal connection to me.
The Lady on the Other Side of the Desk
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To the Lady at the Bookstore:
You didn’t have to say anything. But you did.
We were on our way out of the store and giving our son the usual spiel: “Hadden, would you like to walk or to be carried?”
You turned to us and said, “I like how you give him options!”
At the time, I brushed it off with a laugh and made a joke about how it doesn’t always work. You persisted and again complimented our parenting.
I walked away grateful for the kind words you offered.
These days (at least according to outrage on the internet) it seems like strangers are all too quick to jump in telling a parent what they’re doing wrong. You did the exact opposite by jumping into our lives and inserting a completely charitable, encouraging remark.
You didn’t have to say anything. But I’m glad you did.
The Mom at the Bookstore with the Little Boy who Didn’t Want to Leave
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