Parenting a child with a developmental disability kinda skews one’s perspective. We celebrate age-appropriate behavior — even behaviors that annoy typical parents.
One day last week, we had our first real freeze. It was cold! I bundled up inside the house, just to stay warm, and I layered two jackets before I headed out.
Girly Girl, on the other hand, headed for the van in sandals and the lightest weight summer tank top she owns.
“Hold it right there, young lady,” I said. “You cannot wear that to school. It’s too cold.”
I’ll skip all the boring parts where I insisted she change into long sleeves and she insisted she didn’t have any (rinse and repeat five times), and I went upstairs in a huff and pulled out seven different sweaters and ordered her to change.
“Shoes too!” I said. “You need to wear your runners.” (Runners are sneakers if you don’t live in Canada.)
Obedient daughter that she is, she dragged herself upstairs (Ok, fine, somewhat sullenly) and changed her clothes. We were nearly late to school, but we made it.
That afternoon, I picked her up at school, and as we crossed the parking lot, the teacher who directs traffic called out, “Hey, Girly Girl! It’s too cold for flip flops!”
Yes. She was.
Yes. She did.
She changed into the clothes I told her to wear, but stuffed what she wanted to wear in her backpack, and changed back after she got to school.
We’re so proud!