“Mom, I can’t wear this,” my friend’s daughter wailed. “It just isn’t me. I look ugly. If I wear this I will have a terrible day all day.” Was this a hormonal teenager worrying about what to wear on the first day of school?
No, it was a five-year-old despairing about her outfit for a day at kindergarten.
The issue of clothes can be an explosively divisive one in the parent-child relationship. Every morning the same conversations are taking place all across the country. “Just wear this!” “What happened to all those cute dresses I bought you?” “I don’t care what the other kids at school are wearing, you are not going to wear that!” “I know it’s your favorite shirt, but it has holes in it!” “I don’t care if Wilson wears the same shirt every day with a basketball-sized hole in the armpit.”
There are many books published about fostering creativity in children. Parents love to inspire their children’s imaginations, and gloat over their creativity and artistic creations. The irony is that when children wish to express themselves through what they wear, heated battles may ensue. We value self-expression. We just don’t wish to see it manifested in hot pink polka-dotted leggings with a chartreuse tube top or a black Megadeath T-shirt.
Why is it so hard for us to let our children dress freely? Maybe because when they are born we have total control over what they wear. It can be hard to give that up. It can also be hard to hear our taste is less than awesome.
“I bought her $400 worth of darling clothes at Parisian. I had to return every bit of it,” laments one mother about her six-year-old daughter. “She told me the clothes just weren’t cool.”
Parents can feel that they are being judged by how their children look. I used to be embarrassed when my husband sometimes dressed my children on weekends to take them out to lunch. He had a talent for pulling out the clothes that were too small, and mixing them in interesting combinations—a navy and red jumper with a royal blue and white striped shirt. Pants that came up to my son’s shins. Plaid shorts and flowered shirts. I would fight to remain silent and remind myself that it was nice to have someone else dress them, and the important thing was that they were spending time together. My husband didn’t care, my children didn’t care, why should I?
