My mom is accusing me of being a bad parent. Not in so many words. Not very shocking. I don’t help the boys pick their outfits. I just make sure it’s weather appropriate. She thinks I’m neglecting an important lesson.
And I rolled my eyes.
Kids should be able to express themselves through dressing. They’ll figure out fashion sense. I love Evan’s and Sean’s outfits. Sean is usually grab the first pair of pants/shorts and shirt kind of guy. But Evan puts thought into his outfits, even if they’re a little unique. I never had a problem. Even with capes, full baseball uniforms, plaid with stripes, plaid shorts, clashing colors, tuxedos. It was great.
I regretted it today.
Evan walked down stairs in a blue-and-white-checkered, long-sleeve, button-up shirt and blue-orange-black plaid shorts that reached under his knees.
My jaw dropped.
“Oh my,” escaped my mouth in a whisper.
Evan: What do you think, Mommy?!
Me: You definitely have style, Evan. Can I take your picture?
Sean: Look at me, MOMMY!
Sean was wearing black camo pants with a Lego Star Wars shirt and a fireman boot and a cowboy boot. Sean was normal.
Sean: Take my picture!
My mom just might be right.