When I was 6 years old, I came home from Kindergarden a few days before Thanksgiving and told my Mom..."There's a Thanksgiving program and I need a pilgrim dress. By tomorrow." And sure enough, my dear mother, amidst all of the preparation for Thanksgiving and house guests, managed to turn my Halloween witch costume into a pilgrim dress in only a few hours. I distinctly remember going to school the following morning and being the only child, dressed as a pilgrim, and I loved it. My teacher, Mrs. Sands, paraded me around to all of the teachers and office staff showing off my pilgrim outfit. Now you may be asking...did I
really need to have a pilgrim costume for a school program the following morning or was this just something I thought would be pretty neat? While there really was a small thanksgiving program at school
(which did not include kindergardeners), and while some kids constructed pilgrim hats and others, Indian vests (made of old grocery bags), wearing pilgrim attire was most definitely optional. As in, an option I probably created in my vivid imagination.
(By the way, THANK YOU Mom, for making me that pilgrim dress.)
So it should be no surprise to anyone that my six year old came home yesterday needing to wear "simple pilgrim clothes" for the first grade Thanksgiving feast. "Mommy! I
HAVE to wear clothes with simple, dull colors like black or white or grey to go with my pilgrim hat and collar I made at school!" So I dug around his closet this morning and found some black pants, white dress shirt and black vest
(the blue and green striped tie was nixed by Liam for being "too colorful for a pilgrim."). When I dropped him off at school this morning was I greeted by 25 little pilgrims? Of course not. There were 24 kids sporting colorful shorts and sweatpants and only one pilgrim. My little pilgrim.
And he was adorable.
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