Did you know there is such a thing as “Healthy Rebellion” in kids? You essentially let them “rebel” against something small (like for example, wearing shorts in the dead of winter) to give them a sense of control. I’ve actually read that having a rebellious child means that their attachments are secure. If you ask my Mom I think she’d tell you I was as secure as a Brinks Truck carrying a million dollars. I refused to wear anything but matching sweat outfits for a period of oh let’s just say 2 years (I know Mom, it was longer.) My sister refused to stand next to me at the bus stop. Hey, at least I matched?
And now karma rears it’s ugly head. My 4 year old is not embracing Fall or Winter clothes. Instead we meet in the middle and agree to “layering” which ends up making her look like
a homeless person Punky Brewster. She also recently discovered her closet where I was hoarding 2T and 3T clothes, meaning to put them in bins downstairs for months. When I heard my brother-in-law mutter “Um, I’m uncomfortable” and look away during Thanksgiving dinner I looked up and witnessed her coming down the stairs wearing a 2T white sundress. She’s normally a size 5T.
On school days I stand at the bottom of those stairs with my eyes closed while I hear her rummaging through her drawers. When she jumps out of her room with a “TA DA!” I squint one eye open and say a little prayer. No one is listening. The latest concoction involved a 24 month old onesie. She left the snaps open at the legs and put a sweatshirt underneath it. I had to give her creativity points on that one. It looked like some sort of Kanye West ensemble. I put my foot down when it’s nothing but a bathing suit and a TuTu but for the most part – I just let it go. I think about my childhood (I know Mom, I was 7 not 4) and know this is part of it. I pick my battles and letting her get dressed by herself isn’t going to be one of ours. And I guess it’s not that bad, it certainly could be worse. I could just do with less potential seizure-producing outfits, ya know?
I like to think I outgrew this stage, myself.
Related, this morning I looked at her and said “You are the only one left in PJ’s, it’s time to get dressed!” She gave me a look up and down and said “Wait, are your PJ’s your clothes?” Touche, kid. Touche.