Parenting takes guts.
My daughter walked out of the house today wearing:
Inside out underwear
A slightly too small white with multicolored pinstripes shirt
A slightly too large purple skirt with lavender flowers and tulle trim
Yellow flourescent socks with neon blue spots (Thanks Uncle Erich)
Brown and pink lace up tennis shoes with Zoe on them
An orange sparkly hairclip
Her oversized flowered backpack
She looked amazing!
When I saw the proud smile on her face as she dressed herself (with a little help) in the clothes she picked out herself, it didn't matter what the clothes looked like, or if they matched. All that mattered is that she's growing up right before my eyes, becoming more confident and independent, and finding her place in the world.
I'm sure that I humiliated my parents on more than one occasion with what I wore (what I said, what I did), but funny thing, they've never mentioned it to me. They've only told me that they love me and that they are proud if me.
So to the cutesy mommies out there who judge a kid by what she wears to preschool, and to the people who judge a mom by what her kid wears to preschool, please take a step back and look at my cute, happy little girl as a whole lot more than a pint sized fashion show. Parenting is hard enough without being judged on things that don't matter.
Originally written 9-20-2013. My daughter was almost 2 years old.
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