Monday, May 16, 2011
My Scottish Nephew
This kid? He's an original. Recently, when my nephew Caden and his fourth grade classmates were invited to dress up in clothing in accordance with their heritages, Caden knew exactly what he wanted--He was gonna wear a kilt, come hell or high water! His mom (Michelle), being her wonderful mom-self, set out to make Caden's dream come true, and she didn't quit. "Anyone know where I can get a kilt for a young Scotsman?" she asked on Facebook. Not surprisingly, she came up empty, but a little thing like a kilt is not going to make Michelle quit; she persevered.
My mom happened to have just the right fabric (all packrats do, you know!), and a friend of hers sewed the kilt (under which he wore shorts, in case you're curious.) Mom also crocheted the hat. When his ensemble was ready, the kid was positively giddy with excitement, begging his mom to let him wear it to school days early. The answer (about 42 times) was, "No."
Of course, Michelle supports her boy fully, but she's no dummy; she knew other kids might tease Caden, and she gently warned him about this, but he wouldn't have it; he just doesn't care what other people think of him. (What self-respecting Scotsman does, anyway?!)
Next year, this free-spirited kid will be off to intermediate school (5th and 6th grade are in their own building), and sooner or later, some punk is going to try to bully Caden into thinking something's wrong with him, but you know what? I don't think it's going to work. Because this kid? He already knows who he is, and he knows he is one cool cat.
(But just to be on the safe side, Michelle will probably hide the kilt, come September.)