“Mom! You Look Just Like a…”


I write an awful lot about the years when I first got divorced. Not because those years haunt me; not because the painful bits are seared into my memory (although, to be honest some of the bits were indeed pretty painful) but more because those were my coming-of-age years.

I was by no means a perfect child or teenager and like every kid, I did my share of things I am not proud of, but I never really got to have that full-out teenage rebellion that is supposed to be our rite of passage into adulthood. I was a reliable babysitter. I never, ever, talked back to my parents. I played some pretty tame music (think Barry Manilow and The Carpenters). I always had a job. And when I did get into a bit of trouble, my parents were the ones I turned to. I had the sense to keep my wrong-doing quiet: no small-town scandals or public embarrassment.

My post-divorce years were my awakening: I finally discovered Led Zeppelin (really). And Green Day. And Linkin Park. I played my music as loudly as I wanted. I started dressing to please myself. I grew my hair out. I learned that I could work, handle a household and do the budget all on my own. I danced with abandon. I discovered – to my great surprise – that I am extremely resourceful and fairly handy around the house. I made my first girlfriends since high school. I joined a women’s group filled with spiritually-evolved, amazing women. I was making my own decisions; walking on my own two feet; calling all the shots.

I was still working on a few things, though: getting used to going out solo to events conventionally attended only by couples was one of my biggest and most difficult transitions. On my first solo outing to a friend’s posh garden party attended almost exclusively by couples, I was really, really nervous about the whole thing, including what I should wear. I had lost a fair amount of weight in those early post-divorce months and was sifting through some old clothing items that now fit me again but, I feared, might perhaps be a little outdated. When my thirteen-year old babysitter arrived a few minutes before I was supposed to leave for the party, I was still trying things on. “Okay, I’m going to ask your opinion about an outfit and I want you to be absolutely honest about whether you think it’s still in style,” I told my poor, deer-in-the-headlights babysitter as I bounded up the stairs to change yet again.

The outfit was a nice, one-piece, soft white-and-blue pinstripe pant/dress cinching in at my newly-trim waist and flaring widely to fall well below the knee. I tentatively came halfway down the stairs and stood there, carefully watching my babysitter’s face for any sign of disapproval. Before she could say a word though, my five-year old son stepped forward and stared up at me with a look of sheer wonderment on his little face. After a long and worshipful silence, he finally spoke. “Mom!” he said in a hushed, reverent whisper. “You look JUST like a… CLOWN!”

I cocked one eyebrow and glanced over at the babysitter who had immediately erupted into helpless giggles.

And I decided I was never, ever, going to get any higher praise than that. Grinning at my still-giggling babysitter, I grabbed my purse and my car keys, hugged the kids, and left the house.

Still wearing my beautiful ‘clown’ outfit…

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Patti Moore Wilson © wednesdayschildca.wordpress.com


Author: Patti Moore Wilson, wednesdayschild2

I write what I feel. And I rarely know exactly what I feel until I write. I have lived long enough to have known many joys and many sorrows. I have made many mistakes; I have forgiven myself for a few… I have learned that there are lessons in every step of this journey, if we only take the time to pay attention… I hope you will feel free to pick and choose the stories that resonate for you…

15 thoughts on ““Mom! You Look Just Like a…””

      1. Thanks so much Darlene 😊😊😊 And for the record, it WAS a rather nice outfit 😊 Still have no idea how my son saw a ‘clown’ outfit but from the look on his face, it was clearly a PRETTY clown outfit 😊 And he is the only member of our family with any fashion sense. To this day, if I need an opinion about an outfit, he is the one I ask…


  1. Life gives us challenges and how we deal with them helps us to become what we wish to be… as for the children “ The love a mother has for her children is legendary, it is said a child is the mother’s heart outside her body.”
    As for the challenges; “I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together”… Marilyn Monroe

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  2. What a heartwarming and sweet story. I smiled at the clown bit…and I agree…that’s high praise coming from a little boy. Thanks for sharing your life story with us. I love every single one.

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