My 14-year-old son has a pair of bright orange silky shorts. I loathe silky basketball shorts. I’m sure I must have bought them for him because I buy all his clothes. But what was I thinking? Was I so exasperated with clothes shopping that I just said “fine” when he waved them in front of me? Oh, we somehow ended up with a red pair too.
Every time he wears his bright shorts I want to tell him to go change. There is no way those are stylish in any crowd at high school. I want him to look cute in public. But I also don’t want to be one of those bratty moms who has too strong an opinion about what her kids should and shouldn’t wear.
I have a friend like that. I love her but she’s always got some issue about what her daughters are wearing, whether its high heels to school, or a belt that’s really jangly, or anything striped (“stripes don’t look good on anyone!” she says.)
I reckon that as long as my kids are being modest then they should be able to wear what they want. But then I think of those stupid basketball shorts. I really would like to “accidentally” spill bleach on them.
When I think back to the dreadful clothes I wore (anything fluorescent, T-shirts with biking shorts, the month where I wore shoelaces in my hair) and my appearance in general (disgusting perms, purple and blue striped eyeshadow and, horrors, white lipstick!), I wish my mother had maybe stopped me once or twice as I was walking out the door and had me rethink my choices.
But it probably would have turned into a giant fight. I’m not sure whether my mother was being wise or simply didn’t care.
Do you think that we have the right to help our kids make fashion choices? It can be futile to insist that a three-year-old change her clothes but what about a thirteen-year-old?
What about husbands? Do you let the man in your life wear whatever he likes? Do you disagree? Do you even care? Does he?