Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Children's clothing, a "sensitive" subject.
My little Mariam is extremely sensitive to various types of clothing. She's always been this way, even when she was tiny. She'd fuss and pull at things I thought looked adorable and wanted her to wear. I sighed and tucked away many outfits that she outgrew without even giving them a second chance.
You know the type. Her socks have to be perfectly aligned along the toe, all tags need to be cut out. She hates even soft pants that have even the slightest flow around her leg - she fusses and says they are "all floppy." She will take thirty minutes trying to find a pair of underwear that seem "just right," and misses a lot of outdoor play because she is attempting to find the absolutely perfect combination of shirt/pants/underwear/socks/coat/hat/mittens/shoes to wear.
When I pulled out her fall/winter clothing, I set aside everything that I thought would give her fits. I limited her choices, but gave her clothes I thought she could "live" with. She loves to wear dresses, and I'm fine with that, except for the fact that I want her to be warm in the winter. So in her drawer I left her favorite soft dresses and some leggings that come to just the right place (and tightness) on her ankle. It's worked pretty well, and I accept that these are her sensitivities and she may or may not outgrow all of them. I just don't want her missing so much life because of clothing issues.
One of the hardest things has been trying to get many small children out of the house when one is so particular. If I give her too much time, she will change her clothing several times, end up with something that does not match remotely (at home I don't care,) and still not be ready when it is time to go. (The last minute shrieking over shoes can really wear a mama down....) Since I am aware of her sensitivities, I have been trying a new tactic. When it is almost time to go, I help her get ready last. I choose her outfit.
She doesn't really like this, but honestly, if we wait for her to choose and get ready on her own we will be an hour late to everything. I am careful to only choose things I believe to fit her basic proclivities, and then, don't allow too much fussing. It's just the way it is, Squinky. You've got to get dressed and this is what you're wearing and no, you can't throw a fit, it won't do you any good. She is coming to accept this well, but with a caveat. She wants me to assure her that she can change her clothes when she gets home.
I am okay with that. It sounds like a good compromise to me.
So, that first picture above is what happens as soon as we hit the door and re-enter our home. That is a little Mariam clothing pile, coat, shoes, socks and all. She doesn't talk about it, she just remembers how things are and within five minutes I know what to expect.
Sometimes, parenting means finding a compromise everyone can live with. I win on some things - such as wearing something other than a slip and Snow White slippers outside in the winter, and she wins at other times, as long as she is warm and covered. It's a Win-Win situation, with much less last-minute stress and trauma for everyone.
The picture below? Well, obviously this is a much better choice, don't you think? (That is a pajama shirt, covered by a Tinkerbell-type dress, with a winter hat tied around the waist.)
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Rosie's bath
Rosie, the beloved, was in need of a bath. Mariam took great delight in helping me undress Rosie, then tucking her into a load of delicate wash. A little spinning day spa, if you will.
Next, Rosie sunbathed au naturel inside our privacy fence. (No gawkers. We protected her dignity.) When she returned home she was fresh and clean, ready to put on her diaper and jammies. We think Rosie enjoyed her time away, but she seemed really happy to be reunited with her girl. Mariam missed her, and kept checking on her as she dried. When it began to rain, Mari reminded me that I had to go get Rosie so that she wouldn't get wet.
We heartily recommend Rosie (or her little brother or even her big sister - in several different skin tones and hair colors) for pre-school children. Rosie has taken several baths since she came to live with Mariam on her 3rd birthday. She holds up so well and is soft and still looks as good as new. Mariam is...ahem....HARD on toys. I visited a local doll store and hospital a few weeks ago, and didn't see any other Rosie dolls. I made a recommendation to the store owner, and she was so pleased that she will now stock dolls similar to Rosie.
I love these sweet rites of "little girlhood." I remember being small myself and playing for hours with my dollies. I gave them baths and washed their clothes, hanging the garments to dry on bushes or on mama's clothesline.
It was so sweet to enjoy these times twice before when Emily and Julia were small. It's a special joy to experience them again, and to record the moments with my current little girl.
Next, Rosie sunbathed au naturel inside our privacy fence. (No gawkers. We protected her dignity.) When she returned home she was fresh and clean, ready to put on her diaper and jammies. We think Rosie enjoyed her time away, but she seemed really happy to be reunited with her girl. Mariam missed her, and kept checking on her as she dried. When it began to rain, Mari reminded me that I had to go get Rosie so that she wouldn't get wet.
We heartily recommend Rosie (or her little brother or even her big sister - in several different skin tones and hair colors) for pre-school children. Rosie has taken several baths since she came to live with Mariam on her 3rd birthday. She holds up so well and is soft and still looks as good as new. Mariam is...ahem....HARD on toys. I visited a local doll store and hospital a few weeks ago, and didn't see any other Rosie dolls. I made a recommendation to the store owner, and she was so pleased that she will now stock dolls similar to Rosie.
I love these sweet rites of "little girlhood." I remember being small myself and playing for hours with my dollies. I gave them baths and washed their clothes, hanging the garments to dry on bushes or on mama's clothesline.
It was so sweet to enjoy these times twice before when Emily and Julia were small. It's a special joy to experience them again, and to record the moments with my current little girl.
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