As a parent you learn early on to pick your battles. And one of the battles I have consistantly chosen to let Sarah win is the battle over what she is going to wear.
She loves to choose her own outfits. And she loves to mix stripes with polka-dots or flower patterns with plaids. I have filled her closet with solids and patterns yet she never chooses to combine them the way I want her to.
And I'm okay with that. Sort of.
I have learned to let it go because after all it was only preschool. So who cares what she looks like. And now it's only kindergarten. So who cares what she looks like.
However, occassionaly we do go out in public and I do care what she looks like.
Two weeks ago we took Peter and his friend Colton to the Lego store for his birthday. While the boys were in their class we were going to walk around the mall. (Theoretically we were going to shop but as much as she loves clothes, she hates to shop.) And then we were going out to dinner afterward.
Two days before our outing, Sarah chose to wear some cute leggings underneath a sheath dress. (The dress was from last year and was actually a size too small so it looked more like a long shirt.) And the leggings were solid and the dress was stipped and it. was. adorable.
The next day she chose to wear a pair of leggings underneath a skirt that had small polka dots on it and a solid colored shirt. And it. was. adorable.
On the morning of our outing I told her to pick an outfit and I was so excited to see what she was going to choose this time. After all, she had done so well the two previous days I figured I had nothing to worry about.
Boy was I ever wrong.
And no amount of calm dissuasion would change her mind. And when I saw how excited she was with her outfit, I decided to let it go. After all. It was only the mall and dinner.
I will admit though that I was a tad embarrassed when she turned heads while she was prancing through the mall, bracelets jingling and grinning from ear to ear.
And it didn't take long for me to push my feelings of embarrassment aside.
She felt good about herself.
And as a woman, I know those feelings will be fleeting. I hope they aren't but I know how mixed up things get inside our heads.
I hope she always feels good about the way she looks. And I hope she never cares if she turns a curious head.
She's beautiful. And she's my girl.