As the mornings grow colder, our wardrobe battles escalate. Sophia is having a hard time parting with her sundresses and sequined flip flops. To put it mildly, most mornings she is devastated by my terrible decree that she must wear tights or leggings, and something on her arms. I am a terror, I know. So mean. So uncompromising in my care for her health. I allow shirts and leggings under her beloved sundresses, but she happens to have a very particular view of what matches. Usually, there are no shirts or leggings that go with her chosen flowing frock. Most days she dissolves into tears, weeping about not looking beautiful.
Let’s just say I dread our daily discussion.
I don’t like to be told I am breaking her heart. Yes, she is somewhat dramatic.
Then, this morning, she came into my room fully dressed at 6:30 a.m. She was filled with pride as she announced, “You will LOVE this outfit Mom”.
My groggy brain wondered for a moment what happened to the matching? Then I wondered where she found that shirt? Then I saw that she had put on a long sleeve shirt, leggings, a skirt and miracle of all miracles – socks. And she was glowing. I was happy. But still…what was she thinking?
She told me if you wore a rainbow, you always matched. She told me she was like a rainbow.
I couldn’t agree more.
She can rock the rainbow look whenever she wants. There’s nothing wrong with a rainbow.
p.s. They sing a song at her school where you get to shout hooray and jump up whenever you are wearing the color in the verse. She wants to stand up for every color. This definitely helps her love of the rainbow look.
p.p.s. The socks actually have rainbows on them. She really has like 20 colors covered.