In all walks of life and at any age,
nothing to wear can masquerade as a closet full of clothes. But
when you're an 11-year-old girl in junior high, this is akin to a
catastrophic wardrobe malfunction, not just another bad day.
"Nothing matches!" Chloe said one
I tentatively mimicked my daughter.
It really wasn't a question.
Her knuckles were resting atop the
curving hips she inherited from me, her eyebrows were raised and
her blue eyes wide and close to tears. It was clear we were on the
brink of a preteen meltdown. While a closet bursting at the seams
is nothing new for me at 43, for Chloe, this right of passage was
an obstacle to being her organized and fashionable self.
My tweenage daughter pivots daily
between childhood and adolescence, therefore I'm constantly
morphing from the mom of a little girl into the mom of a teen, and
back again. Frankly, it makes me dizzy. Sometimes I peek into her
room and she's organizing stuffed animals. Ten minutes later she's
trying on lip gloss.
It was Chloe's nightly ritual to pick
out clothes for the next school day. I watched her put outfits
together, choose jewelry and carefully clip, pony tail or head band
her hair. This was the same little girl-excuse me, 'tween'-who wore
nothing but baseball or soccer T-shirts for all of fifth grade.
Starting sixth grade had rendered her meticulous about her
clothing, hair and accessories. I encouraged the organization,
planning and independence with drawers full of grooming products
and ample kudos. It made the mornings run smoothly not only for
her, but for my 15-year-old son.
It wasn't difficult for me to stand in
her shoes. I have strewn clothing around my own bedroom in an
effort to find the one perfect scoop neck black T-shirt among the
six. I have waded through warm-up suits and sifted through sweaters
in order to look and feel a certain way.
I knew if I didn't do something she
would be standing in that same spot the next morning, steadfast in
her belief that she would rather go to school in her pajamas than
in a "stupid" outfit.
I didn't say, "You have plenty." I
didn't say, "Wear this." Instead I said, "You're right."
The task at hand was to move from
stupid to sensational. At that moment I found myself at a
crossroads in parenting an adolescent girl. Dismissing her
frustrations by pulling out pants and their sleeved or sleeveless
counterparts and tossing them on the bed would have been quick and
easy. But, since there is nothing quick and easy about parenting a
(pre)teen girl, I took it very seriously, knowing that her future
closet karma hung in the balance.
So, with a cautious hint of sarcasm I
said, "Nothing matches, huh?" And then the kicker: "How about this?
I'll give you a dollar for every combination that really doesn't
Chloe perked up and giggled, thinking
I'd surely gone off my rocker. She rubbed her eyes as I pulled out
a pair of camouflage Capri pants and a striped tee and held it up
against myself as if to model. "Whaddaya think?" I asked her,
striking a pose. "Is it worth a buck?"
The laughter, and solution, ensued.
Mismatched pants and shorts with their
unlikely tees and tanks flew around the room like feathers from a
pillow fight. Chloe modeled outfit after outfit for her audience of
one as I gave thumbs up or thumbs down accompanied by some
heartfelt icks and boos. We belly laughed our way through flowered
skirts paired with colorful socks and brights paired with pastels,
which we agreed was "just wrong."
And in our exercise in outrageousness
we not only found things that no longer fit and needed to be
donated to charity but amidst the frivolity, more often than not
she said, "That's not so bad."
Although she cashed in and made a few
dollars, it wasn't a winning streak in the financial sense. But in
her sense of self, and in spending a fun time together, we hit the
jackpot. I knew I couldn't tell her what was inside the closet and
inside her. She had to see it for herself, not by looking in the
mirror, but by really just letting go and forgetting there was a
As I'd hoped, she ended up at the end
of our fashion show with a new appreciation for her clothes, with
combinations of shirts and pants that tickled her fashion fancy.
Most were things she'd worn plenty before, but seen through
giggling eyes they looked much better.
Now any time she sashays my way and
says with a raised eyebrow that she has nothing to wear, she starts
chuckling and just skips away. Sometimes though, she works it and
adds a caveat. "Well, I do have things to wear and I do have things
that match, but I just don't feel like wearing what I have."
Although I give her an "A" for effort,
her comment is met with a sideways glance and a very special
eyebrow raise of my own.
I think she knows she has met her
Amy Nathan is a freelance writer
who lives in Flossmoor with her 15-year-old son Zachary, her
12-year-old daughter, Chloe, and their three dogs.
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