When You Care Enough to Send Your Child to School Looking Dingy
November 20 
Where all the lunchboxes are pristine, and the boys all have hip names. Like Asher & Blake.My two sons each posses a monogrammed Pottery Barn Kids lunch box, birthday gifts from their grandparents. The lunch boxes were the perfect grandparent gift--a little fancier than I would have bought, yet useful. They're insulated, light weight and properly devoid of the sort of commercial characters frowned upon by the kids' school. In short, they're perfect.
Rather, they were perfect. That was two and a half years ago. Now the adorable white shark bodies on the sides are dingy at the edges. While I scrubbed them yet again with sudsy detergent and the potato brush, I thought enough already. These are finished.
Except it's not really true. That's only pride talking. Keeping my kids looking shiny and clean is something I care about. I'm a wear-perfect-underwear-in-case-you're-in-a-wreck kind of girl. If we show up for violin lessons and one of the boys has dirty fingernails, I die a little inside.
The green me is at war with the perfectionist me. I hate the "disposable culture" and the best part of me doesn't want to throw away a functioning pair of lunch boxes simply to uphold my fussy asthetic. But every time I look at that dinge, it pains me. Perhaps I'll get lucky, and the fabric will finally wear out.
If it does, all that scrubbing may be to blame.
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Reader Comments (3)
What else can I say, you're a wonderful mom! I admire you for that. I now know why mom way back then is often checking on my nails! :)
Your kids are very lucky to have such a loving and caring mom like you Sarah! They should be grateful when they grow up.
Love the bags! Great designs and styles. I'm looking forward to seeing my daughter wearing that red bag.