Being a parent of twenty-somethings is of course very different from the craziness of parenting in the two-in-diapers stage, or the soccer/swim/boy scout juggle years, or even the beginning-college-jitters. This time of life has it's own challenges though, with one son who has graduated college and is now navigating the world of job hunting, while the other is halfway across the planet for his semester abroad.
As they are both doing exactly what they should be, there is really nothing for me to do but cheer them on. So when I passed these bras at the thrift store today, I felt a kind of kinship with them - not just because they are also a little tired looking, pale and have probably lost some flexibility - but because they too just want to be supportive.
I chuckled to myself as I walked past the underwear, not only at the absurdity of comparing myself to a foundation garment, but that I still find the thrift store can make me smile and lighten my mood - even when I'm a little worried about things I can't control.
I mean, how can you not smile when you are looking at the world through beer-colored glasses, as my friend Linda demonstrated at the Goodwill.
Or laugh at the fact that weird coconut-heads seem to follow you around. I swear they are at every thrift store I go to, but Linda says she never sees them. They might be stalking me.
This poodle statue actually terrified me more than it made me laugh...
Until I saw he had little poodle nipples. Which did crack me up.
I also don't think twelve is the normal amount, it seems a little excessive.
I am not only cheered up at the thrift store, but often inspired too.
Like by this fisherman, who exudes the indomitable spirit of the seafarer.
Or this woman carrying around these big fish all day. I thought my job was hard.
Although, I can almost guarantee this is exactly how I'm going to look at the airport when my son comes home from his adventures abroad.
Maybe I'll bring him a twelve-nippled poodle as a present.