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The Day Has Arrived: I’m No Longer Choosing My Daughter’s Outfits
Updated: Aug. 20, 2015
Originally Published: July 22, 2015
As I stroll past the little girl’s section at Target, I can’t help but feel a lump in my throat at the sight of all those adorable clothes. It takes me back to the days when you were in the cart, happily distracted by whatever toy you found, and later, when you were immersed in learning the basics of reading and math in kindergarten.
I was always busy picking out the cutest outfits in colors that suited you, complete with lots of sparkles since you adored shiny things. Your closet overflowed with tiny shoes, a mini version of my own shoe obsession, which led your dad to joke about where all our money was disappearing to.
I remember those moments sitting on your cozy quilted bed, showing you the latest finds. Your eyes would light up, and you’d wrap your little arms around me, whispering, “I love them all, Mommy.”
But over the past few years, I’ve noticed a change. The excitement that once filled your face has dimmed. You still thank me, organize the clothes, and put them away, but it feels more like a polite gesture. Before I knew it, I was packing up unworn clothes and shoes to donate, clinging to the hope that things would stay the same.
Now, just a month away from being a teenager, our shopping trips look different. While we still enjoy Target, we’re also exploring trendier stores. On our latest outing, I picked out a few items to show you, but then you surprised me by picking some things to show me.
That was my wake-up call. I realized that you’re developing your own sense of style. Your once-beloved sparkly sandals have been replaced by chunky heeled boots that are the same size as mine, and those cute flower headbands have given way to hats featuring Doctor Who. Floral skirts and bright dresses are now overlooked for funky rompers and camo shorts with pom-poms.
In that moment, it hit me: I can see all the changes you’re going through. I’ve tried to resist, but I understand now that I can’t hold on forever. I miss the days of my little girl with pigtails and sparkling outfits, but there’s something exhilarating about watching you grow into a confident girl who embraces her unique style, believes in kindness, and enjoys the freedom of youth.
The process of letting go has begun, and I’m excited to discover this new version of you. I have to admit, I’m a fan of your style.
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Summary: The author reflects on the bittersweet transition from choosing her daughter’s outfits to letting her develop her own style as she approaches her teenage years. The journey of watching a little girl grow into a confident young woman is filled with both nostalgia and excitement.