While we’re talking about fashion, BB dressing herself tests my self control almost as much as trying to do arts and crafts together.
Over a year ago it was easy,
“BB it’s the middle of winter, you cannot go to school in your bathing suit.”
Six months later it got a little harder,
“I don’t think you’re allowed to wear Minnie Mouse ears to school.”
“Can you just ask them?”
Turns out she IS allowed to. Too bad they got buried in the bottom of the dress-up bin after that.
Now we’re at the point of no return. In the morning BB asks what the weather is like, what activities are on the docket and what sleeve length I would recommend. She takes it from there.
This makes it sound like she’s amenable to my input, but it’s a ruse. It’s permissible to yell ideas up the stairs, but setting foot in her room before 9am is certain disaster.
My picking out a specific item of clothing will, best case scenario, result in my being scoffed at, or worst case, cause a complete melt down.
I avoid the melt down. Just like I’m capable of doing a decent job on a toddler arts and crafts project, I can also match a shirt and leggings. But I’ve let this go. Or so I keep telling myself.
It’s harder to match a tank top, sweatshirt, leggings, skort, 3 bows and a headband, but now that I’ve seen it done. Why not go to school like that?
BB tells me,
“I need help tucking in my shirt. You can’t see my skort.” Very true.
It turned out to be a peer-approved ensemble and she came home happy.
She’s confident. And her confidence is a precious, slippery thing. But does one say anything about over-confidence? I’ve erred on the side of nothing.
There was an art show at her school. The artists ranged in age from two to six. BB declares,
“I’m the best artist. I’m great!”
“You’re very good.”
“I’m better than Georgia O’Keeffe, Jackson Pollock, Monet and Kandinsky.”
“Oh yeah?” I don’t know about all that, but at 4.75 BB has more art appreciation than I had after my entire education. BB adds,
“So-and-so just scribbles. Their mom is going to be very disappointed.”
She’s an artist and she knows how she wants to dress. I’m all for it. Even if each new combination tests my resolve. And yes I know I’m the one supplying the clothing. I just didn’t anticipate everything being worn at the same time.
For swim lessons she put on a one piece and then put on a two-piece bottom over the one piece.
“You’re wearing two swimsuits. You could wear the bottoms with a top or just wear the one piece.”
“Mom, I know these don’t match and I know I’m wearing bathing suits with two vagina parts. That’s how I want to do it.”
Two vagina parts. Who can argue with that?
Jess, it’s not just girls you know. When Matt was 3 he was so stubborn that he wanted to dress himself, even though I would lay out his clothes for the next day. One day he went to kindergarten with both legs down one leg of his shorts and he would not let me help. He also had on odd shoes and socks. Not a lot has changed and he is now in his 40’s !!
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Lol! That short story is great!! 🙂
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