Free To Be Him.
Sometimes, when my kid is picking out his clothes for school, I’m tempted to listen to the voice in my head that cares what people think. And then I remember that he is his own person, and that I have to let him express himself the way he wants to express himself.
And right now, it’s wearing Santa Claus socks, in September, with an octopus shirt.
Who knows what it will be one day, but I hope he keeps making decisions based on what he wants and how he feels. Lord knows, I have spent way too much of my 33 years caring about what others think. I don’t want the same for him.
I’m sure there will be many moments when I’m tempted to try and change his mind, or make him conform to this or that. And then I will remind myself that it’s not about me and that I want him to be who he is: strong and independent, confident and bold.
Because, seriously, we should all be ballsy enough to wear Santa Claus socks in September.
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P.S. I am teaching my kid the worst best of the 90′s. I’m such a good mom.