There are conversations regarding clothing and appearance that I had fully expected to have with my tween and teen girls. One’s that ring through our home:
“Just because all the other kids are doing it doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.”
“If I can see your belly, so can everyone else. Cover it up.”
“You live in Canada and it’s–19 degrees Celsius out. Put a hat on!”
“No. You may not wear make-up. No mini Kardashian’s in this house!”
One conversation I could never have foreseen.
“Leggings are not pants.”
Yes, this seemingly harmless statement has sent my sweet girls over the edge. The fact that I not only feel leggings are not pants, but insist both girls cover up their butts with super long sweaters has officially awarded me worst Mom ever status. Yeah me!
I have managed to enforce no make-up until an appropriate age, shirts that cover bellies, the wearing of the most embarrassing of hats, and never ever had a reaction like I did when I was forced to introduce the newly formed Leggings Are Not Pants Rule. I am now officially beyond the worst Mother ever. Clearly, from the way I am left feeling this morning, I am an asshole.
This Mom gig is not for sissy’s.