My daughter left the house this morning with her pants cuffed and I am unsure how many barrettes in her hair. The cuffed pants involved one single roll that brought the bottom of her pants just below her knee. Are you picturing her a bit better now?

She asked me, “What? Do you think I look bad?” I just got out, “Well…” when she said, “Well, I like it.” To which I replied, “That’s all that matters, Baby.”

We have an understanding: She picks whatever she wants to wear (within reason) and how she wants to wear it (within reason). I don’t say anything except a gentle suggestion here and there. She lets me pick what she wears on important occasions and she cannot argue with me about it.

Our arrangement works well. Well, except for the fact that I fear what her teachers must think. I’ve caught myself wanting to send a note with her to school “Yes, as a matter of fact, I did see what she was wearing when she left the house. Isn’t she cute?”

Honestly, I envy my daughter’s sense of self. She’s simply amazing to me. I let her out of the car this morning and I found myself fighting the urge to chase her down to hug her. She’s beautiful and I love seeing the world through her eyes.

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