Can you remember the days when you daughter was dressed in a precious infant dress adorned with little bows and sweet pink polka-dots? Or how about the little seersucker sundresses and matching white underpants?
Once upon a time, we were mommies who got to play dress up with our little girl.
But then she grew up.
Or at least grew older.
And clothing is no longer a matter of cuteness.
It’s a matter of personal style and independence.
It’s also potentially an issue of stress-filled, explosive drama for those of us who would like to have some say in how their daughters look when they walk out of the house. Ahem. I’ve been one of them, reacting in a less than gentle manner . . . and well, in the process, I learned a thing or two that I’m sharing over at Mothers of Daughters.
So come join me here and learn from my mistakes!
