Mr. Fashion Statement
When I got out of bed yesterday, a glorious surprise awaited me in our living room. I had to blink my eyes a few times and shake my head around a bit before I could believe it, but there was our four-year-old boy, standing at the foot of the stairs, fully dressed and smiling broadly.
It's the "fully dressed" part of that last sentence that's notable. He was wearing shirt, pants, and socks (presumably underwear, too) that he had chosen and donned entirely of his own accord. He might just as well have been levitating, I was so amazed.
The fact that his pants were on backward and that his bright blue socks did not even come close to matching his black-and-chartreuse skeleton shirt were of no concern to me. Dressing the children in the morning can be an exercise (and I mean that literally given all the chasing, squatting, and pinning of bodies it requires) in futility. I was overjoyed that, on this day, I would not have to do it for half of my small brood...and overjoyed that he was interested in choosing his own clothes based on his personal taste. Another little slice of independence for him can only mean less conflict for me.
He expressed his personal taste again later in the day when, during the stroller ride home from preschool, he chose to put his Spongebob Squarepants hat on OVER his hood. Between that, the colorful socks, and the backward pants, I definitely have a trendsetter on my hands.
He dressed a bit more conservatively today, wearing dark gray sport pants and a heather gray sweatshirt with a fire truck applique. But HE DRESSED, and that's what really counts.
It's the "fully dressed" part of that last sentence that's notable. He was wearing shirt, pants, and socks (presumably underwear, too) that he had chosen and donned entirely of his own accord. He might just as well have been levitating, I was so amazed.
The fact that his pants were on backward and that his bright blue socks did not even come close to matching his black-and-chartreuse skeleton shirt were of no concern to me. Dressing the children in the morning can be an exercise (and I mean that literally given all the chasing, squatting, and pinning of bodies it requires) in futility. I was overjoyed that, on this day, I would not have to do it for half of my small brood...and overjoyed that he was interested in choosing his own clothes based on his personal taste. Another little slice of independence for him can only mean less conflict for me.
He expressed his personal taste again later in the day when, during the stroller ride home from preschool, he chose to put his Spongebob Squarepants hat on OVER his hood. Between that, the colorful socks, and the backward pants, I definitely have a trendsetter on my hands.
He dressed a bit more conservatively today, wearing dark gray sport pants and a heather gray sweatshirt with a fire truck applique. But HE DRESSED, and that's what really counts.
posted by Lisa Strandberg at 4:18 PM
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