The Best Possible Option

by lizclark on November 14, 2014


Once upon a time a long time ago in a land called Ohio, a tired mom was facing a problem.

It wasn’t really a big problem, but to her, it felt like one.

She didn’t really “see” the problem until she got to church each Sunday.

It was as if something magical happened when her growing family pulled into the church parking lot. She would suddenly “see” her 4 kids in a whole new light: toothpaste smeared on shirts and mouths, mismatched socks, cowlicks – why hadn’t she seen any of this before they left the house?

She was tired of looking like a Target-ad-gone-wrong and made a special effort one Saturday to make absolutely sure her family had their Sunday best ready to wear to church the next day. She ironed. She steamed jackets. She matched socks.

She rose early Sunday morning and administered the getting-ready-for-church ritual with military-like precision.

As the young family neared their church building that Sunday, she felt relieved. FINALLY a Sunday where she didn’t have to walk in feeling a little embarrassed. She was wearing a dress and her husband and kids were all wearing button down shirts, dress pants and jackets.

It was then that she saw bright orange balloons.

People wearing bright orange T-shirts along the church’s driveway holding signs waving enthusiastically.

What was going on?

The mom hung her head as it dawned on her: This was “Biker Sunday.” The ONE Sunday a year where the church hosted an “outreach” to Bikers including a contemporary service followed by a church picnic / pig roast outside.

Everyone was wearing jeans and orange t-shirts.

How could she have forgotten Biker Sunday?

The car filled with silence. The woman’s husband was noticeably uncomfortable.

“Um, honey?” He said. “I think…we’re overdressed.”

OH, the irony.

He pulled into a parking spot. She used her incredible powers of over-thinking to break it down for her family:

“Ok, the way I see it, we have a few options:

  • Option 1: We go in dressed as we are with great attitudes and volunteer anyway. That’s what church is supposed to be about, right?
  • Option 2: We go inside, explain we forgot, buy orange T-shirts and wear them over our dress clothes.
  • Option 3: We run back home and change into jeans and come back.
  • Option 4: We go visit my mom’s church. She’s been asking us to visit.”

The car was still silent.

Suddenly a small child’s voice broke the silence from the back seat:

“Option 5: DONUTS!”

The tired mom burst into laughter (which contagiously spread throughout the car). She looked into the back seat to see one of her meticulously dressed toddlers smiling up at her with his giant blue eyes and an honest smile. He didn’t realize it, but he put everything into perspective.

The (obvious) moral to the story:

Your heart and attitude matter SO much more than how you’re dressed.

BUT, in the event you arrive overdressed to a social event, don’t underestimate the power of fried pastry as a potential solution!

(HUGE shout out to the amazing Kurt Cummings who MADE the donuts shown in the above picture! You can order donuts, cakes or any other delicious foods from Kurt here. His food is absolutely incredible!)

{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }

Amaris November 14, 2014 at 8:30 AM

Liz, I love your perspective – it’s certainly put things in a new light for me tonight. Exactly what I needed to hear for my family situation. And the solution being donuts doesn’t hurt either! :-)


lizclark November 14, 2014 at 5:37 PM

Thanks, Amaris! I was actually reflecting on it myself today as I wrestled with a minor logistics issue – “Option 5: Donuts!” has become this timeless reminder to help me remember not to sweat the small stuff and enjoy life!


Scott Clark November 14, 2014 at 8:31 AM

I remember it like it were yesterday. Good memories, good story, and the donuts were delicious


lizclark November 14, 2014 at 5:37 PM

Yes, they were! Oh, the good old days of deep-fried gluten! :)


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