Walking the kids to kindergarten this morning almost turned into a screaming fit again for MC. It was raining, and we would be walking, therefore - we would need our umbrellas. Simple, right?.
IC had her backpack and her umbrella, all set to go. I have my umbrella and am also set to go. MC wont accept her backpack (She said I must carry it for her) because she must hold her umbrella. Of course that wont go, IC's got both with her and she's younger than her.
We compromised -- she's got her backpack and she'd be walking with me, sharing my umbrella. Problem solved.
The thing is, I used to be someone who always resisted bringing umbrellas anywhere. I hate bringing umbrellas, period! Come rain or storm or hails -- never will, I told myself. I would rather brave the rain or cuddle up with a jacket or stay still under strange havens -- than bring an umbrella. I find umbrellas uncool, bulky, a hindrance and they just get always left behind.
My mom should see me now. I am sure she would be happy to know -- when it rains, an umbrella is my best friend. Now, who is this little someone beside me resisting umbrellas? She reminds me of someone.