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We interupt this blog for the following important announcement:
She’s wearing pants!
Or, more specifically, shorts.
Big deal? Nope, it’s a huge deal.
My girl has always had “issues” with her clothes. I can’t count the number times a tiny wrinkle in her sock caused her to come completely unglued. But that’s waaaay back when she could be coaxed into wearing socks. For the last year it’s been flip-flops or crocks with the occasional sockless tennis shoe (with antimicrobial properties) when school PE demanded it.
She hates long sleeves, layers, anything hot, itchy, tight, and on…
and on…
and on…
Saying that it’s been tough would be a gross understatement.
In May, my girl declared that she could no longer stand the feel of pants. I fought her for a while before giving in and sewing her an entire of wardrobe of t-shirt dresses.
I figured that she would grow out of it.
But things have just gotten worse. A couple of weeks ago I invited her to go to a yoga class with me.
“Oh yes, I’d love to!” (She really does talk like that. A bit like a little girl from a book set in the fifties. Must be from all the classics I’ve read to her over the years.)
And then her face fell, “Will I have to wear pants?”
The answer, of course, was yes. She tearfully told me she couldn’t go.
A few days later, we had a similar conversation about karate.
She decided to try pants again. But the softest pair of shorts caused her to practically hyperventilate in the dressing room.
“I really want to mom, but I just can’t.”
My husband was home from work early; he met us in the driveway where I wrapped myself in his arms and dissolved into tears. We needed help.
So I made two phone calls: our doctor, and a friend well versed in homeopathic medicine.
I started my girl on a homeopathic remedy last week. A few days later we went it to see her doctor. She recommended a full evaluation using scary words like autism and aspberger’s. (However, my highly scientific internet research points more to a sensory processing disorder.) We’ll be doing the evaluation as soon as we get all of her medical records together.
Yesterday, we came home from church and GW disappeared in my room for awhile. When she came out, she was wearing my running shorts. She proudly proclaimed them “the most comfortable shorts ever!” Today she put on another pair.
I don’t know if it’s the homeopathy or the realization that her sensitivity is serious enough to have to go to the doctor, but whatever the reason, I’m grateful.
And I hope it lasts…
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Heidi, I cried for joy. i know that this issue has been very frustrating for not only GW but for you. When it first began we laughed about it and thought that this was just another little “quirk” of GW’s, but over the years it has caused alot of anxiety. You are an amazing mother and never doubt that the way you choose to raise her is the way it should be. As your big sister it should be my job to teach you about life, but it has been you my little sis that has been the teacher. Way to go GW, your auntie is proud of you.
I am happy for this milestone. I hope it continues. Certainly sensory is what I thought of, not those other scary things that drs say.
Sensory issues are funny things and can really affect people (and kids) in many ways. My husband works with a man with many “quirks”. He is a wonderful guy, and great at his job, but they do all need to keep his dislikes/likes in mind when planning things like going out to a meal. He gets through life perfectly fine… on his own terms. Remember Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally? The way she orders food is how he orders food, for example. And he has a lot of sensory issues as well.
I’m sure GW will figure this out as she gets older. And she will have you to lean on all the way.
Melissa R
I know you are grateful! Any issue with our kids is so tuff. Sounds like you are making progress though.
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I really enjoy reading about your adventures (with and without D.W.). I can’t even remember how I found your blog. It obviously was linked to by another blog that I enjoy. Anyway, the things that you have posted recently bring to mind my son. We have had issues with clothing and learning (or not learning) with him for a few years. He has been declared dyslexic. I have no problem with that. In doing research about our questions, my husband found a wonderful book about right-brained children. I sincerely believe that you may have a right-brained child. That is actually a blessing unless you are in a school classroom. Fortunately, we have home schooled our son from the beginning. The book is entitled “Right-Brained Children in a Left-Brained World” by Jeffrey Freed, M.A.T. and Laurie Parsons. It provided a lot of insight for us into quirks that my husband and my son both have. Clothing sensitivity is one of the issues of right-brained people. I still have to buy t-shirts without tags for my husband, much less my son. This may not apply to your adorable daughter, but I thought that I would offer the information anyway. I hope that it is helpful to you.
What an amazing accomplishment! I wonder what made it click for her? And how did you survive the winter months if she refused to wear pants?
My daughter has the same problem. Sensory integration. There’s some great books out there. There’s one called The Out of Sync Child and the Out of Sync Child has fun. The second has lists of great things, activities that really help. You may already have both. Anyways, write me, I’m sure we could idea share!
My daughter has worn pants three times in 4 weeks and it’s really starting to get cold up here…
Oh! Gap has fold over yoga pants, my daughter likes having control of the waistband. I’d get a size or two too big and hem bottoms.
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It is amazing what you do with gw. I am so proud of you both. Where did you get so intelligent? It wasn’t from your mother! Love you all.
I can’t believe that yesterday I went to k-falls and as I was walking into the Dr.s office I looked down and had 2 different shoes on. One was a clog and the other had a 2 inch heel. In my hurry to get to town I just didn’t pay attention. Sometimes I wonder If there is any hope for me.
today I went to boil some eggs and forgot them. They exploded on my stove. I could blame it on old age. But then I have always been scatterbrained. But as long as I can laugh about it I’m not going to worry about it. Give our little girl a hug for me. Love you, Mom
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Hallelujiah!!! Let’s hope things only go up from here.
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