Posts Tagged ‘swimming’

What is up with today’s young ladies fashions? I have read several things about if you let your toddler wear a bikini you are a horrible mother. My question is, what if you are a mom of a tween? Tweens are at the age of puberty. Every thing about their bodies are changing for them. So let us make it harder and throw swim suit season in. This time of year, all you see are skimpy little tops and bottoms. The girls wanting to find just the right suit and the mom’s cringing at everything they pick out. I, for one, just experienced this.

Oldest had been wanting a new bathing suit. She hasn’t had one for a few years now. Whenever she gets to go in swimming, she wears shorts and a tank top. Her dad likes it this way, she is covered up and no one gets hurt. But this year, she wants actual swim attire. We went up to Wal-Mart this past Wednesday and before we left she wanted to look at the suits. I was in the produce section right across so I let her go over by herself. She came back with a cute pair of swim trunks for girls, and a bikini top. Oh hell no, I thought. I collected my thoughts and spoke slowly. I tried to keep my words at a minimum, and my eyes in their sockets.  “NO!” “But mom” came out of her mouth. I told her there was no way I was going to let her take home that top. She grumped and groaned at me and then I told her that if she took that home, her dad would kill us both. She made her way back over to the suits and I finished up my shopping. She came back with another top this one was more like a shirt and she asked if she could go try it on. I said ok. By the time I made my way over to the clothes section she was done and she was in love with the shirt and shorts. I asked the normal questions, “Did they fit?” “Yes, they do, and the top comes down to here.” She pointed to her belly button. Ok sounds all right so I let her buy them.

We get home and she immediately runs in to try on the new outfit. Her dad and I was talking when she pops out of the bathroom. She was so excited to show us. Our mouths hit the floor. The top, which I thought was going to be at her navel, but wasn’t anywhere close. It was actually  snug on her and she had her shoulders bent in funny. Her dad immediately said no, she had to take it back. She asked why. He told her it didn’t fit right and he did not approve. She ran back into the bathroom. I knew I should have went in to that dressing room with her. Parenting fail on my part. She came out and was upset and mad and couldn’t figure out why we were saying no way. It is really hard sometimes to find the right words to explain why we don’t want her to wear such clothing. So I started off by saying, “For one, you are only 11, that top was made for an older girl, atleast 16.” “Two, it showed way, way, waaaayyy to much.”  Now, I don’t want her to be ashamed of her body, by all means. But she just doesn’t seem to get that even though she is not thinking about it, someone else may be. I told her I didn’t want anyone looking at her like that since she doesn’t look 11. She sulked around for awhile, and wanted to go back to return the top and get something else. I told her that we would get to it. It wasn’t a necessity to take it back right that minute.

She made plans to go over to her friends house tonight for a sleepover and asked me if we could take the top back, since there would be swimming involved.  Her dad and I talked about it, and I told her that she could wait on a new top and that she was just going to have to wear her tank top this time. We did let her keep the shorts.

At this point in my life, I think it would be easier to raise a boy.  🙂

 

Father’s Day was spent at a family barbecue about 70 miles away from home. We never go anywhere, never get invited to go anywhere, so when the message popped up on my Facebook, I was surprised and excited. Yes, something to do! And we actually did it. The drive wasn’t too bad, straight interstate and being a Sunday,  the traffic was decent. But 30 minutes into the hour and 15 minute drive, Little L started fussing. Then crying. Then screaming. She wanted out of her seat, she didn’t want any toys, books, drinks, or snacks that we packed. She just wanted to be free to roam the cabin!  🙂

About 10 miles from the exit, there was a rest area. We stopped and got out to stretch and use the restroom. L was having a blast. She can find fun anywhere.  Then…it was time to get back in the car. Yeah boy, that is a job that hubby and I dread. She kicked and screamed and fussed some more. She sounded like a mad cat.  Daddy finally got her strapped in and we were on our way. When we hit the final exit and trying to listen to the gps, Little L started her screaching again. Daddy got annoyed with her at this point and she fully understood. She quieted down and we found the house. Their were lots of people already there, and more were coming.

Since we had never been here, I was a bit nervous. But once we were in, it was fine. They have an inground pool that I am totally jealous over, so the kids got to go in. I sat on the side helping Little L. She loved every minute of it!! Sissy took her out into the middle and she held onto her back several times. All with a big smile on her face. I, was trying to take pictures while getting soaked sitting on the ledge. The towel I sat on was not helping at all. I think I was the only person that didn’t bring a change of clothes with them.  I thought about it too, but that is as far as that went. I was too busy trying to make sure I had enough diapers and clothes for the girls. You can tell that we never go anywhere.   By the time I got L out and settled down, my top was as wet as my shorts. Great! I felt so stupid, but no one paid attention to it, atleast they didn’t say anything. 

The older folk left before dark and L got more comfortable running through the house. Oldest went to hang out with her older girl cousin and a friend, so she had something to do. L had her little cousin to play with and they were chasing each other and having popsicles.  We left around 9:30. L fell asleep as soon as we hit the freeway, after a quick stop at the corner store for a bottle of milk of course. She slept the whole ride home. It was nice compared to the ride down. 🙂