Ridiculous!!

Ridiculous!  I use this word a lot with my kids.  I will tell them, "You are being ridiculous", or "That is so ridiculous".  Tonight I was the one being ridiculous.  Tomorrow is "Farm Day" in Mari Morgan's Kindergarten classroom.  Some of the parents are bringing breakfast food to the school and they are having a "Farm Breakfast".  They are supposed to dress like farmers.  Today Amber, a friend of mine, and me went to Wal-Mart to find her something to wear.  Of course the obvious would be to wear overalls with braids and bows, but not Mari Morgan.  She will NOT wear overalls and cries and pitches fits when I even mention a bow.  Amber found this cute little plaid shirt she could wear with her blue jeans, and we found some brown boots.  Mari Morgan opened the sack and said, "I am not wearing this shirt."  She quickly told me her feet would get way too hot in the boots. So, both get to return to Walmart.  She has a "cat" shirt that she adores that has a bluejean overall pocket on it with a cat peeking out.  This is what she wanted to wear.  She said, "Cats are on farms."  This is NOT one of my favorite shirts.  So, I blow up and say "No, you are not wearing that shirt."  I was mad that she did not like what we bought her and I DESPISE the "cat" shirt.  We got in a knock down drag out over a shirt.  Now, who was being ridiculous?  I acted SO ugly!!!  I also made this comment.  You will be the only one there without cute overalls or something like that on.  You will have on a "cat"shirt.  So ugly!!  She is crying at this point.  I put her in the tub, slinging things around, and realized how RIDICULOUS I was acting.  I apologized to her and we went calmly to find her something to wear to "Farm Day".  Guess what she is wearing?  Her "cat" shirt and jeans.  Do I like it? NO!  But, boy was I convicted!  Especially after I looked her in the eyes and said, "Mommy was acting ridiculous.  I'm sorry I said ugly things and got so upset."  Of course, I started crying.  She said, "Yes, I forgive you", and gave me a huge hug and was patting me on the back.   So sweet!  I didn't want to let her go.  Then I started thinking.  I didn't want her to look different from everyone else.  I wanted her to "fit in".  How careful I need to be with that.  To be honest, I don't want her to be like all the rest.  I want her to stand out.  I want her to be different.  I want her to be a godly young woman.  You better believe she will hear this sermon in the morning.  I'm feeling my Father's discipline, and it hurts, but he knows it will make me a better mom.