The kids were on Spring break last week. I’m always glad when break begins, and always just as glad when it ends.
This year I was happy to see them go back for a whole new reason:
Toby has joined the ranks of the Great American Male On Vacation. He refused to shave for the duration of his break.
I’ve done my best to remain neutral about my kids’ appearances over the years, especially as they got into teenager-hood. I draw the line only at things that require my signature (tattoos), or things that will get me a phone call from the school.*
I have found, with my children, at least, that the less I give them to push up against, the less they feel compelled to push. Besides, young children feel better about themselves, more competent, more satisfied, when they can do for themselves (that’s one of the things I loved about Montessori when they were small). So they learned to dress themselves at an early age, and all I had to do was get out of the way.
Luckily (and when I go to the school and see the ridiculous clothes most teenagers wear, I know just how lucky I am), both of my kids tend heavily toward the pragmatic. Delaney has no interest in short skirts or hooker-esque high heels. Toby wears his pants a little low, but he keeps his hair tidy and his fingernails clean, so I have no complaints.
Stubble, however–this is a whole new arena.
My baby boy is growing up.
*Things that get the kid in trouble at school? Not my problem. As a matter of fact, I think that public disapprobation is sometimes (usually?) the best possible way to learn the limits of what’s socially acceptable, especially in sartorial matters.