I do not look good in a hat, I know this. Hats squeeze my head into an alarmingly narrow look, upsetting my children. But the sun was dazzlingly bright, so blinding I could barely see the game. And I thought this new approach, this compromise between a straw hat and a baseball cap, might work. On the far side of the field, sophomore Lily sat on the bench with her team-mates. My phone buzzed, announcing a text message. I opened the phone and found a message from… Lily!
It said: “Mother! Take off that hat RIGHT NOW.”
Without a word, I handed the phone to the mother sitting nearest me, and she passed it to the next mother, and, all the way down the row, mothers of teenage daughters merrily laughed and sympathized.
The sun went behind a cloud. I took off the hat.