In my last post I laid out a list of areas of improvement
for Hannah. Well, I left one of them out. It doesn’t fit into the resolution
category and there is little I can do about it, because, trust me, I have
tried.
You see this sweet outfit?
I want to burn it.
Why, you might ask? Any mom would love to see their daughter
in this Sierra Julien sample sale steal top and Gap polka dot skirt, right? Of
course! And the first time Hannah put it on I thought she looked adorable. Same
for the second time. But on the 20th day in a row I had had enough.
Yes, Hannah has chosen to enforce her control and decision
making capabilities in her closet. Once known as the most stylish baby on the
block with people flocking for her hand-me downs, she has been wearing this
very same outfit (switching between purple and pink nylons) for about two
months.
It first started as one of four outfits in her weekly
rotation when I thought she may be a sensory sensitive child. She kept going
for clothes that were soft, tag-free and had elastic waists. Jeans and sweaters
have become a foreign concept in her world. But as Christmas vacation
approached she became fixated on this ensemble. So much so that we had to
invent the getting dressed fairy who left a small gift in her car seat if she got
dressed in the morning with little fuss. The morning routine got drawn out and
it was a constant yelling match if I hadn’t done laundry the night before.
So over the past two weeks I have given her exactly what she
wants. Every night I wash the ensemble and in the morning she is overjoyed to
wear it once again. A small victory for her, and the disappearance of a
headache for me. But with school starting in just a few days, I’m wondering
when exactly this is going to end?! At this point, I’m over the fact that she
is far from the best-dressed girl in her class but more concerned about her
warmth in the cold winter months and the unworn clothes slowly getting too
small in her closet.
I’m actually thinking of “accidentally” leaving the outfit
in the country when we go home this weekend but cannot quite imagine the
recourse that may result. Or maybe I should take a pair of scissors to the
beloved ensemble? Put it in the dryer on an insanely high heat level to shrink
it? The options are endless but at the end of the day the only way she’ll get
over this phase is on her own (I hope, fingers crossed!)