I have a two year old daughter. Actually she is 2 years and 7 months for those who count months. She is extraordinarily opinionated about what she wears and for that matter, what I wear as well. Dressing for work today, she reviewed my simple ensemble of black pants and print top and reported, "Mommy, I don't like that." I’m not thrilled about the outfit either, but it fits and it’s clean so for today, that’s good enough for me.
Back to the "Rainbow Shirt from Hell." She loves "rainbow clothes." No, NOT clothes with rainbows on them, but striped shirts consisting of the many colors of the rainbow. When I had a daugther, I dreamed of dressing her in all the beautiful girly sweet dresses and outfits. Well that dream died with the Rainbow Shirt from Hell. Have I mentioned that this toddler daugther has a temper or maybe more accurately that her temper has her? In a garbage bag of hand-me-downs, she found the dreaded rainbow shirt. At first, I kind of liked it - a combination of pastel stripes of yellow, pink, blue and green with a cute turtle iron-on in the center. But once she began insisting on wearing it day in and day out, the cute wore out - FAST. She would pull it, dirty from the laundry, and wear it all day and would even sleep in it. I admit, a better Mom would have found a way to get the foul shirt away from her and would have gracefully converted her to a substitute. I am not that Mom. So here's my confession, I hid it in my car and there it sits while I am at work. I feel a little guilty, but I could not bear to look at her adorable mug sticking out of that shirt one more day. My strategy is now to remove the shirt from rotation and substitute with a new shirt – I’ll even spring for a “rainbow” shirt if I can find one.
Back to the "Rainbow Shirt from Hell." She loves "rainbow clothes." No, NOT clothes with rainbows on them, but striped shirts consisting of the many colors of the rainbow. When I had a daugther, I dreamed of dressing her in all the beautiful girly sweet dresses and outfits. Well that dream died with the Rainbow Shirt from Hell. Have I mentioned that this toddler daugther has a temper or maybe more accurately that her temper has her? In a garbage bag of hand-me-downs, she found the dreaded rainbow shirt. At first, I kind of liked it - a combination of pastel stripes of yellow, pink, blue and green with a cute turtle iron-on in the center. But once she began insisting on wearing it day in and day out, the cute wore out - FAST. She would pull it, dirty from the laundry, and wear it all day and would even sleep in it. I admit, a better Mom would have found a way to get the foul shirt away from her and would have gracefully converted her to a substitute. I am not that Mom. So here's my confession, I hid it in my car and there it sits while I am at work. I feel a little guilty, but I could not bear to look at her adorable mug sticking out of that shirt one more day. My strategy is now to remove the shirt from rotation and substitute with a new shirt – I’ll even spring for a “rainbow” shirt if I can find one.
Maybe I should ditch the guilt, look at her smile in the photo sans rainbow shirt. Moms out there, how do you handle it when your little one gets attached to a piece of clothing?
