I have what must be a common complaint of mothers: my child is better dressed than I. Both my son and daughter have more clothes than I do and what they have is a lot nicer too. When a holiday or event approaches, I always tackle the kid clothing issue first, well in advance, paying full price to make sure they have just the right stuff in the right size. My outfit is usually randomly picked out of my closet the day of the event or the day before if I have time to myself.
The clothing issue was on my mind last month when I was trying to find an outfit to wear at a cousin's wedding and I was at a loss. Kids were not invited, which meant I didn't have to think about little outfits, just my own. I went to store after store, even the same store (Macy's), but in different locations. I tried on dress after skirt after pants suit, but nothing felt right. Finally I found a skirt and top that I loved that happened to match new heels I had recently bought. It was a huge relief. I couldn't help but think that if this were an outfit for my daughter, I could have walked into Gymboree or any other children's store and picked out any dress in her size that would have fit her perfectly.
My daughter is four and she wears a size four. What could be easier than that? She is also amenable to wearing anything, especially if it has pink. Actually, there is one area where she has decided to take a stand: her underwear must be "fancy," which means not a solid color. Okay, still easy. Everything I buy her fits just right. My situation is almost the opposite: nothing seems to fit right and I've settled into a bit of a mommy uniform, wearing jeans and a t-shirt or sweater during the winter and capris and a t-shirt during the summer. There is not much fun or variety in my closet, unlike my daughter, who has a little bit of everything.
Last year I decided to break away from my traditional uniform and buy some nicer every day things. I love what I bought and excitedly put on the first top only to have breastmilk spit up all over it soon after, reminding me why I rely on t-shirts so much. My son also tends to use me as a tissue, wiping his nose or messy face on my shirt quickly before I can stop him.
I'm also unwilling to take the fashion chances that my daughter does. She put together new knickers with boots recently which I thought was a little odd, but then we went to a party where several women wore gauchos and boots, an almost identical look. She also has put together a leggings and t-shirt outfit with a large white belt on top. The look made me wince because it reminded me of how I dressed in the 80s, but once again my girl is on top of things as the large belt over clothes look seems to be back (much to my dismay).
Someone recently commented on how she wished she had my daughter's figure. It was a little odd because we are talking about a four year old and I hate anything that remotely sexualizes children and this seemed to be approaching that line, but then later I was with my daughter and I understood what this person meant. My daughter's cargo pants fit exactly how they are supposed to fit. With me, the fit would have been all wrong because my body cannot pull the look off. It was at that moment that I knew I would never be as well dressed as my daughter and I was okay with it.