Luckily, my children don’t mind looking ridiculous. It’s
kind of a family tradition. I was brought up regularly modelling for my
Auntie’s fancy dress shop so perhaps that’s why I have never batted an eyelid
when Ezra wears his pirate shorts to tennis, or Niamh decides to go to church
dressed as a phoenix.
Their delight at looking ridiculous has got me off the hook
many times. Like when Niamh gently woke me up at 6.30am cooing the words:
“Mummy, have you made my kookaburra outfit yet…..the assembly is this
morning…..” My eyes flicked open. “You get the cardboard, I’ll get the sewing
machine!”
By 7.30am, she had a giant cardboard beak attached to a
yellow cap, with a pair of “wings” (a large semi-circle of fabric) pinned to
her t-shirt and attached to her wrists with hair elastics (Why did it take you
1 hour to do that, I hear you murmuring….I don’t know….but it was before
coffee.)
I was hoping that when I had a girl, I may get some fashion
advice to help me through life, but no. Well, I do get fashion advice, but I am
not sure I can really follow it. “Do you think red and green together looks a
bit Christmassy? I say, wearing my bright red skinny jeans and emerald green
jumper. “Nooooo!” says Niamh, in a whimsical tone, “It’s always good to look
Christmassy when it’s so close to Christmas.” It’s June.
It’s non-uniform days at school when they suddenly get
concerned about what they wear…..but they decide at 8am, when we need to leave
at 8.10am that their outfit is “just, arghh!” Perhaps they have been influenced
by the fashion industry myth that “You are what you wear”; that clothes somehow
express their identity…ok, so I’m not completely opposed to this, but when they
are trying to express someone else’s identity (ie, their mother who has bought
their clothes for them, or the “cool kids” at school who have been taught how
to dress in a cool way) I get a little dis-heartened that the world of joy I’d
like my kids to live in is being muted.
Apparently, when you
have a boy, they don’t worry about what they wear. At the time I was reading
the article, that said as much, Ezra was squeezing on his 7th
T-shirt, one on top of the other, because he couldn’t decide which one to wear.
Of course there is such a thing as appropriateness. Ezra wearing 7 t-shirts on a 30 degree day would not be appropriate….and trying to defend myself in hospital as he’s being given IV fluids with “he was just trying to express himself!” would not be appropriate.
Sometimes however,
appropriateness is not always clear.
Do I let Niamh go to church dressed as a
phoenix?
Harry Potter is a controversial
series afterall, especially in some churches. Well, the costume was made by me,
so it barely gets recognised as its inspiration (one mother tentatively asked
“is she some sort of chick?” when Niamh wore it to school for world book day)
so the occult connection isn’t an issue.
As an item of clothing, it functions well; it’s warm on a
cool day, slightly waterproof, it’s neat and won’t hurt anyone. She’s happy in
it. All is well.
So when we’re in the car on the way home, I was surprised
when Niamh exclaimed “I am not wearing this to church ever again!” I could feel
my brow furrow, which mean-spirited old lady commented to make Niamh feel this
way? Then she continued “…the beak got in the way when I was trying to drink
the communion wine!”
So appropriateness wins in the end…without any fuss or
tantrums….they work it out eventually, even if they look a little ridiculous on
the way.