Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Parenting is Hard

Yesterday was Sky's 8th grade National Junior Honor Society awards ceremony. He got inducted last year based on his academic performance and community service. Of course, Ren and I are both very proud of how hard he worked to overcome the challenges of autism and various developmental delays to become a lot like his peers--a sharp, funny, sarcastic teenager. But, this blog post is not about that.

You guys, every piece of the outfit he selected for the ceremony last night was too small. Oh, and it clashed. He wore a black and red horizontal plaid shirt a green and a (different shade of) red diagonal plaid tie. Apparently, he couldn't find any of his non-Christmas ties. The only thing in the ensemble that fit was his shoes (though goodness knows why THOSE still fit). The sleeves on his shirt, a good three inches too short. And, his pants? Well they reminded me of the time Bobby Brady tried to do his own laundry. Seriously, if the kid wasn't a total string bean, he would not have been able to even get these clothes on. On the bright side, his socks matched, though he did also forget to wear his NJHS pin.

At LEAST three inches.
These children, they make it hard to parent them. They don't listen when I ask/tell them to do something, and 9 times out of 10, I am asking or telling because I know how it's going to play out. Given that it's the end of the semester and that the various spring events are in full swing, I knew I wouldn't be able to solve any last minute wardrobe issues. That's why I asked him to try the stuff on the night before. I suppose I should have made Sky come down and show me the outfit he planned to wear, but honestly? Couldn't he tell they were a bit on the tight side? Isn't part of my job to teach them agency?

As far as I could tell, he was the only kid with clothes that were two sizes too small. When he walked, he pulled at the tail of his shirt and the cuffs of his sleeves. He slouched a bit more than usual. He ran his hands through his unruly hair that's three weeks past time for a cut (but that he wants to grow out), and I felt pretty bad for him. Guess I learned my lesson--parenting is hard. Also, I probably need to take him shopping more often, even though he hates it.


Stephanie said...

My son does. not. notice, when his clothes are too small. It seems like every day I notice another pair of pants that I swear I just bought are now showing several inches of socks. And shirts? He knows that "Reach for the sky!" is a too-small-shirt check.

Color-coordination? Totally foreign concept. I made the mistake of comparing him to his grandfather, whom he admires. My dad's clothing choices to wear to my soccer games (when Mom had already taken me there so no one was home to tell him he "might" want to change) were LEGENDARY!!!

I have decided not to fight him on his hair. He parts it to the side like his grandfather. Y'all, he does NOT have a natural side part. I just shake my head and turn my attention elsewhere and hope if I don't acknowledge it he will outgrown the phase faster.

Morgan Hazelwood said...

If it makes you feel any better, in the pictures, he just looks like he's trying for a hipster look -- they wear their clothes tight on purpose.