Goldie likes to choose her own clothes these days. I wouldn’t mind so much if she didn’t choose so . . . poorly. Part of me tries to think that I ought to put my pride aside. If my daughter is super happy wearing a pair of too tight forest green leggings along with a stretched out and faded orange Halloween shirt to the grocery store, then so be it, and honestly, most of the time it is, “so be it.” But, occasionally I would like her to appear well taken care of and yes, I might want just a little to showcase my daughters cuteness by putting her in some clothes that at least don’t clash horribly. The trouble is, this upsets her a great deal and can become a rather big battle. Sundays are bad. She is generally all moans and tears and complaints and begging (because I never choose the right dress). It’s pretty much the same story any time I try to dress her for any particular outing. The other night I had just gotten out her pj’s when the same protesting started. I don’t really care what she wears to bed, but I was frustrated so I said, “fine, Goldie, just pick your own jammies.” Apparently I said this too harshly because she then began to sob that she couldn’t pick her own now because she was too sad. “Goldie,” I sighed, “you just always pick things that don’t match.” She looked more forlorn than ever and managed to choke out through gasps and sobs, “I just love it so much when they don’t match.”
I know, I know, there’s pick your battles, and there’s when you do pick a battle stand firm, or there’s compromise – perhaps she chooses from two outfits, perhaps it’s certain days. I’m sure I’ll figure it out, but sometimes figuring these very small things out makes me awfully tired because they are small . . . but there are oh so many of them and it’s maybe just as well that she wear ridiculous clothing one day and cute (albeit tear stained) clothing the next.
P.S. Her taste isn’t all bad though. She came up with a brilliant plan the other day to paint our house purple and pink and then . . . put stickers all over it (boy stickers and girl stickers so Abe would be happy). I did agree with her that the plan was an exceptionally good one but I’ve been rather evasive when she asks, “so, can we do that?” Paint can be pricey you know.