When I was 6 I wore either A}What my mom/sister put out for me, or B}Whatever was closest to the top in my drawer. Even if my lime green skirt didn't match my kelly green and purple striped shirt, I rocked them threads. I barely had time to notice if my shoes fit, matched, and were on the right feet. I could care less if they were "stylish". Style? That word was foreign to me at 6 years old!
When I take you shopping, I expect you to find cute shirts, try them on, love them, and wear them. I don't expect to spend hours while you agonize over which is better, the pink with glitter, or magenta with sparkles, because apparently in your little 6 year old delusional head there's a difference. When I buy an entire bag of back-to-school clothes, I expect them to be WORN. Not to remain in the bag, months later...so yea, lets get those last few shirts out and wear them. M'kay?
I love your enthusiasm and effort in picking your clothes out the night before. But when you get dressed, lets keep those on. The piles of clean clothes in front of your dresser gives me one hell of an eye twitch. And don't even get me started on my undying disgust, and pure disdain I feel when I pull clean clothes out of your laundry basket of "dirty" clothes. It would be SO much easier for you to know the difference if you put your clothes away.
Baby girl, you are beautiful and gorgeous and would be even if you wore a paper bag to school! Please believe me when I say that it doesn't matter what you wear. Because it TRULY doesn't. You are blessed beyond measure to have the clothes you have and to be able to have enough clothes that you have the option of choosing, let's not forget that! Let's go back to the days where you took 5 minutes to get ready for school and put on whatever I picked out with a smile. It would make me soo much happier! Your dream of being a fashion magazine editor can wait, let's just be a 6 year old for now.
Love, your frustrated, clothes hating mama.
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