It's that time of year - the time that all parents dread. It might be Daylight Savings Time, it might be Standardized Testing time - it might even be the beginning of Spring Sports season after a winter of relaxation. What bothers most of us even more than those, however, is the beginning of Spring fashions, and the dreaded seasonal clothing swap out.
I hesitate to do the swap out for a couple of reasons. Often I have to separate a child from a particular favorite article of clothing that is either no longer seasonal appropriate or has been worn to death. I also find that I'm not nearly as prepared as I think I am with new clothing in the correct size for each child.
And usually when I swap the clothes, I bring back the old weather. So, if it snows this weekend, you are welcome. :)
When I swap out the clothes, though, there's always one particular article that a child just has to have. I found this out the very hard way in October, when my daughter, who wears a uniform, came skipping home with the information that the next day was a dress down day - and she had the PERFECT outfit planned. It consisted of a long sleeved yellow puppy dog shirt, a dark blue tulle overlay skirt, and very thick, hot pink and black striped tights. The only problem? I had changed the clothing over to more cold weather appropriate offerings - and that skirt was nowhere to be found. It was too short and I'd gotten rid of it.
She was insistent that she wear this skirt, and absolutely inconsolable when she discovered we couldn't find it. I offered other, more coordinated choices - after all, the outfit she'd planned wasn't exactly color coordinated OR matching, not to mention that it was slated to be a balmy 74 degrees. No dice. We went to the mall to try to find a different skirt, one that matched the shirt, and a less outlandish pair of tights. She would not hear of any of it, and turned up her nose at the many (many!) offerings I pulled from the shelves. This was the outfit she wanted and she could not be swayed.
After she went to bed sobbing, I continued our frantic search. I called both families who I usually give her outgrown clothing, I searched the attic, I pulled apart every conceivable place I could have put that skirt. Finally, it was located at a friends house, and I did a 10 p.m. ride out to pick it up.She was thrilled, the outfit - questionably on the cusp of fashion as it was - was saved, and I learned a very important lesson.
Don't get between a 7 year old and her fashion choices. Even if you don't like them, even if they don't match.
Have you ever given away a beloved article of clothing and regretted it? How have you handled those beloved pieces of clothing that evoke such strong feelings in both you and your child?