Personal Blog | Clothing battles
“Life reveals her beauty one precious miracle at a time”. – Flavia
I loved dressing my kids when they still allowed me, my style for them was a perfect mix of bohemian chic and preppy cute. They fitted right in with this vision I had of what my life as a mom would look like. It involved a home straight out of a design magazine, with hip furnishings and educational toys. Long walks on beaches and picnics under oak trees…. Pinterest Perfect!
AND THEN MY PERFECT LITTLE MONSTERS STARTED COMUNICATING IN THEIR OWN “AWSOME” WAY!
As it turns out, they have their own opinions on everything, from clothing to food to home décor. My children seem to be instinctively drawn to mismatched clothing and clashing prints. Unfortunately for me, their fashion taste rarely meshes with mine….
As perfectly imperfect as it may sound, I had to surrender my vision of what my life as a mom would look like. Not only do my home rarely look anything like the interiors from a design magazine but very rarely do we have the perfect picnic and long strolls on the beach. It’s often much more like a scene from a Disney cartoon with me trying to get the girls down from branches in that perfect oak tree or running after them into the ocean. So surrendering my choice of clothing for them was one of the easier ones, but that also means that if they want to wear rain boots with fairy wings and swimming costumes then we go with it.
This specific day it my youngest decided on leggings and her swimming costume….. I was both horrified and cracking up about this perfectly mismatched outfit!
How do you manage clothing battles with your kids?
YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE
my LATEST WORK
Why was I so desperate to have a natural birth?
Yes, it would have been a most empowering experience for me and yes my next one will be a VBAC, but was it really that important in the bigger scheme of things? At the end of it all we got what we set out to achieve – a human being that we could guide and mould and set free into the world for her to make her own impact. Maybe that trauma she and I both endured in getting her Earthside happened exactly how it was supposed to. That’s birth and even more so parenting – you set off on a course with big plans and that’s great, but there has to be flexibility and acceptance in changing course depending on whatever life (or your kid) throws at you.
After a minute or so we heard your first loud cry. It was glorious and we could finally breathe. Sr Lotter brought you to us and our hearts melted, my boy. You were beautiful. We checked for 10 fingers and 10 toes and we couldn’t stop looking at you. The happiest moment of our lives. You were born at 11:33 weighing 3.49kg and measuring 53cm.