By Sue Anganes
Eight year old Teddy excitedly exclaimed,
“Mom, look, I have a shirt just like Charlie’s!”.
I turned to see what the excitement was about. There was Ted, with his giant gap-toothed grin, standing in his favorite Spiderman t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. They weren’t neatly cut off, but hacked off by, my guess, a pair of rounded kiddie scissors. He had also hacked off a pair of pants into shorts.
“What in the world did you do that for?’, I asked with a slight annoyance in my voice.
The shirt was his favorite, and I considered it now an unusable piece of clothing.
“I made a shirt just like Charlie’s”, Ted said proudly, “I’m going to look cool like Chaz!”.
Charlie had a couple of sleeveless shirts that he wore on occasion, and they certainly must have made an impression on Teddy. The youngest of all his siblings, Ted was always trying to keep up with the others, especially his oldest brothers and idols, Andrew and Charlie.
Ted wore his modified Spiderman shirt everywhere we went. I was sure other moms at the park were wondering why I would let my kid out of the house dressed in what was basically a rag. He wore it all that summer and then all winter in the house. It was dug out of the unfolded laundry basket and often times worn multiple days in a row, unwashed. I drew the line at wearing the shirt to church, but other than that, Ted expressed his “coolness” everywhere.
This past week I was helping Teddy and Ray clean out their bedroom drawers. Teddy , now ten years old, dug out from the back of his drawer the old sleeveless Spiderman shirt and stuffed it into the rag bag without a flinch. Later, when the job was completed, I pulled it out of the rag bag. I stuffed the shirt into the back of my dresser drawer until the day I can part with the memories.
I’m wondering what memories some of you moms have squirreled away in the back of your drawers….