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Mountains And Valleys's avatar

Beautiful post. I could not agree more. When my first daughter was born my mom gave me a little hand-knit red sweater that had been mine, made by a dear friend. Both my girls wore it and someday their children will. It struck such a deep chord for me the first time I saw my daughter in it. Now I have many cherished items like that, my favorite aunt who passed away was an amazing knitter. Knowing her loving and skilled hands made these things brings not just warmth to our bodies but to our souls. It led me down a path to seeking more quality, natural materials, and intentional clothing items. As I did so I recalled the prayer shawls knitted by church ladies and given to those in hard times or illness (I received one after a life threatening emergency surgery). These shawls we unquestioningly accept as imbedded with meaning, actual prayers said for healing. So it just clicked! So many things we can do from love, prayer, intention, and make them mean so much more. Thanks for your words!

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I always disliked folding laundry, until I had my first baby. His onesies were so cute, and I loved him so much, that affection seeped from my heart to my hands every time I folded them. I suddenly loved folding laundry. Seven years and two more kids later, I have so many good memories bound up in all my kids' clothing that I still love it, although it's a little bittersweet to remember times past when the big ones fit into the little clothes.

We are considering switching schools. The new school would have a uniform. This is a major factor in the "cons" column as we consider this school. I wore uniforms for years and hated them. I'm no fashionista, I just like comfortable, practical clothes in flattering colors. Uniforms were the opposite of all of those. I felt depersonalized, disembodied, and disrespected. This of course aggravated my natural teenage sulkiness and probably led to worse academic and social outcomes for me.

As I consider dressing my kids in uncomfortable, impractical, unflattering, depersonalizing uniforms, I get a chill down my spine. We have no happy family memories in those clothes. They aren't meaningful. It feels like they are either reaching into our family life to deny us meaningful clothing, if the kids wear them through the evening, or denying the kids a healing sense of continuity between their home and school selves, if they change when they get home. Still, it is just one factor in the "cons" column. I would feel petty making it a dealbreaker. I hope my kids won't mind uniforms as much as I did and do.

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