what we wear

A trip to the White House made it onto our agenda today. The kids sang for the President, his wife and guests after he signed the Global Leadership Against HIV/AIDS, Tuberculosis and Malaria Reauthorization Act of 2008 that will spend $48 billion to help fight these devastating diseases. We had a nice time…What am I saying, the event was very special.

I had some interesting conversations with the kids about their experience. They were surprised by the President’s stature and appearance. They had expected someone with broad shoulders, big chest, tough-guy look dressed in special clothes with badges and gold and wearing a crown. Of course, these images come from their own country, I’m sure, but it was still something interesting to reflect on. He just looked like a normal guy. Claire surmised that with such a quick turn over rate of 4 or 8 years, people would be making new “special” clothes all the time for a president, sort of a waste. She’s a wise and logical girl. I rationalized the President’s wardrobe as a testament to the motto “For the people, by the people.” By looking like an ordinary American, the President can connect with the people he’s representing and not seem so far away from their feelings or desires.

Humans are so funny that way. We look at each other’s clothes, the fine jewelry, funky shoes, and create the story and justification behind it all. Then, depending on our approval of said items, we cheer or boo the person. How many times have I looked less than my very best? Oh, every time I come back from running in the South! Yet, I am hardly less of a person, less of a desirable friend, sister, daughter, or mate. I’m just me and a lot of sweat.

This is an old message, of course. Anyone who can think for themselves has been told not to judge a book by its cover. Yet, that phrase doesn’t magically turn us into silly baboons without discerning or judging capabilities or rational thought. We all need a reminder that our perceptions come at a price, and that is knowing a story only in part. What will we miss or decide is unimportant, unworthy just by our quick judgments? The cover might be plain, but the words inside sparkle. Likewise, our own covers need not be all that and a bag of chips to determine our worth. Our stories deep within are bright and dull and exciting and sorrowful. In sharing, they add value and dimension to other people’s story.
Whether dressed in concert outfits or a suit, the picture captures the heart of the matter.

So thanks, Mr. President, for dressing down in your suit and tie today. Now, let’s talk about what you have in mind for your next proposal…