I knew it was going to happen one day. I never really thought through how it would come about. It seems the time has arrived without much fanfare, yet it feels significant enough that I should at least note it.
The children have started dressing differently.
I have heard stories from other Moms of how assertive their children have been (at very young ages) about their attire. My three have honestly never really cared. R is funny about shoes--I am currently trying to convince him that suede Merrill knock-offs are not appropriate with shorts--but otherwise, they have willingly worn the clothing I select for them, choosing to assert their independence in other ways.
It started with pajamas several months ago. (Yes, even those once coordinated.) K, predictably, was the first to start choosing non-coordinating clothes for daily wear. Since school is her opportunity to be with girls, she has become far more interested in dresses and 'girl colors.' The boys have continued to dress alike.
Non-multiple Mamas sometimes have a hard time understanding the motive behind dressing the children similarly...it is absolutely not an attempt to rob their individuality. It is more of a 'team uniform' that helps me track them in public...and, frankly, I think it is cute.:-) In my crazy world of chaos, it also helps me feel a bit more organized and together. I am fighting hard to not twitch at the sight of them in different outfits.
Anyway, last week R decided he did not want to wear what I picked out. Since there truly are much more important things for me to put my foot down about, I agreed to let him pick something on his own. There has been no turning back since. P has tried to dress like R a couple of times, but R will not allow it. The closest they have come is wearing different colors of the same type shirt a couple of times. It is still too early to tell if this is just a phase, or if it will stick...but I am trying to prepare myself for its likely permanence.
The children have deemed it 'being wacky.' I find this comical because when they choose to play musical car seats and sit it in their non-standard places in the car it is called 'being silly.' We are clearly living on the edge in the Scott house!
It appears my trio is really learning to sing solos in this great big world. I know it is healthy. I refuse to allow my emotional needs to stunt their growth...but it twinges my heart just a little.
It was so much fun while it lasted.