When I was a child, I had to wear hand me downs. I hated those clothes as choosing my own was important to me well before I ever reached school age. As a tot, I spent a lot of time putting my favourite night dress over the top of my day clothes as that was the thing I loved the most... I was bought some things, but not many so had to wear the hand me downs.
My mum didn’t take much pride in my appearance. The day of school photos when I was wearing whatever that day, my friend and another girl, (whose mums took pride in their appearance) were wearing the school uniform, which at the time was optional. Hair neatly done. And every year my mother would buy the group and individual photo and put them on display. Ugh!
For the group photo at age 5, I was wearing a t shirt I particularly hated. That photo taught me to loathe myself with a passion. Then there was also the individual photo of me 2 years apart wearing the same cardigan. Why do that to your child when you have so much bloody money? My mother’s explanation when I asked her about that photo was that I must have loved that cardigan. In reality I know that I did not. I just had next to nothing else to wear and I was not told to dress nicely that day. At age 10, I prioritised clothes for Christmas/ birthdays and finally, finally was old enough to organise myself, to have the right clothes and hairstyle for the photo. I made damn sure I looked good that day!! My smile was radiant. 😍
When I had my dd I swore I would never do the same to her. As a baby I bought her adorable clothes. She always had plenty of clothes, lots of dresses and party frocks along with jeans, leggings, shorts etc. I wasn’t precious about her appearance either, encouraged her to get dirty and messy as she didn’t like messing up her clothes - neither did I as a little girl. She took an interest in clothes and shoes from a young age and at 15 months, she started to decide what she wanted to wear.
Dd has always thought a lot about what she looks like. That doesn’t mean she was always dressed impeccably because she went through phases, such as to wearing leggings and character t shirts. She also had a favourite dress, which she wore about 4 months straight and it continually went through the washing machine until it was faded and looked awful. My stipulation was that if we were going to a special event, I got to choose the outfit.
As for her hair, this was a major major sticking point. She was an absolute tyrant about it and it had to be perfect. I also wanted to look perfect as a child but barely looked presentable.
All this to say, the preference for the child is very important. It is important to look good for special occasions, to be neat and tidy. If I’d had a boy, I wouldn’t have been dressing them in supermarket joggers every day but equally not chinos and a shirt daily either.