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I am that mum.

Posted by: Marita on: May 4, 2012

I am that mum.

The one whose daughter went to school in a short sleeved summer dress on a chilly autumn, almost winter day (11C at 3pm).

I am that mum.

The one whose daughter wears long winter weight leggings all year round. Even on 40C summer days.

I am that mum.

The one whose daughter never seems to have a jacket or jumper on, despite only wearing a summer dress in winter.

I am that mum.

The one who is beyond thrilled her daughter can dress herself, so I let her go for it, even when what she chooses isn’t weather appropriate.

I am that mum.

The one who knows her daughter needs the tight squishy fabric of leggings to help her feel stable and connected to the ground so I don’t try to fight her need for them, even in summer.

I am that mum.

The one that made sure her daughter had 2 labelled jackets and 2 windcheaters at the beginning of term, only to have her lose them all over the first week.

Are you that Mum too?

Going through my reader tonight I found that Fi at Wonderfully Wired has posted on a very similar theme “I am the mother”, head on over and say hello.

18 Responses to "I am that mum."

I am the one who insist that her 15 yo boy take his jacket in a winter morning only to see him wearing the jacket under his arm in the afternoon … People always think he’s crazy but like I said to one person one day: if he survived a stroke and a cancer , he can survive a cold, right? :) ( but honestly he’s also never get sick :) )

Yep and at 15yo there is even less you can do about it than when they are 7 & 9.

I am the mother of a 4 year old girl who is wearing (right now) shorts and a t-shirt and it is below 0 right this minute
This week I bought her some winter clothing on the odd chance one morning she will demand winter clothing.

I am the mother who gets looks from other mothers

We’ve got winter clothing, just in case too. Heidi currently wandering around in just a pair of leggings, nothing else.

I am the mum who also lets her kids choose what to wear and hope it loosely resembles a school uniform. They have just walked out the door to school and the ensembles from today are quite typical…

The boy decided it was cold yesterday so he is wearing a dinosaur glow in the dark long sleeve t over his school t, and had a red hoodie peeking out from under his navy school hoodie. I did ask him to wear pants that look like they might be part of a school uniform and don’t have the heart to tell him they are actually pyjama pants!

The girl apparently would rather be cold than to wear winter like clothes. She is wearing a skort that barely covers anything with ankle socks and a whole lot of bare, very cold looking leg. I managed to get her to wear leg-warmers because apparently they are cool! She did grab a jacket as she walked out the door, not sure if she will wear it, it may not co-ordinate with her outfit.

As long as they are happy…

Amen! As long as they are happy is the most important point.

I am that same mother. My second daughter is hopeless at looking after her things. It was chilli this morning and the oldest dd had her jacket. The second oldest “thinks” her jacket is at school. this will be the second jacket she has lost this year. He has also lost one hat. Try to give them independence and the benefit of the doubt to look after their stuff but they don’t. *sigh*.

I was getting so frustrated at Heidi losing everything but her therapist pointed out Heidi simply doesn’t have the processing ability to keep track of it all. Hopefully one day.

I’m that Mum too – and proud to be her!

(Actually I read this post on FB just before your blog – sums it up nicely:


We ducked into the dimly lit thrift shop to get out of the rain. Like so many things since our daughter’s birth, I hadn’t planned on a trip to this place.

But I figured we’d see what they had since we were there.

“Hi, today is stuff a bag day. Would you like one?” the clerk asked.

“What is stuff a bag day?”

“You take a bag and stuff it with what ever you want and it’s only $3. Best deal in town.”

“Okay, sounds great,” I said, despite the fact I hadn’t planned on buying anything. I took my six-year-old daughter’s hand and we started to wander around. Suddenly there was a tug on my hand and my attention was being directed to the shoe section. She shares my weakness for shoes, so we stopped for a minute to look. I let go of her hand and she reached out to touch a pair of shiny black shoes with a strap and silver buckle.

“Buy me?” she inquires.

“Oh, Sweetie, they are tap shoes. You aren’t taking tap.”

“Buy me?” she repeats.

“Well, let’s try them on.”

She sits on the floor and removes her bright pink rain boots, with Barbie on the sides, and easily slides the new shoes on. A perfect fit. When she stands up she hears “click.”

She takes a step. Click, click.

Slowly recognition dawns, as she makes the connection between the shoes and her moving feet. Click, click, click

“Buy me?” with a hopeful look in her eyes. Again, “Buy me, peas?”

“Okay Sweetie, take them off and put them in the bag.”

We look around some more and get a few t-shirts, pants, books and games and a naked baby doll. Well, it’s stuff a bag day — might as well get my money’s worth, I think to myself. The sun has come back out as we emerge from our little side trip and we continue on our way. As we near the car, Amara reaches for the bag. As she climbs into the back seat, I give her the bag wondering what treasure she is looking for. The shoes, of course. She is my daughter after all.

“My wear.”

It’s not a question, so I took the tag off and helped her with the buckle. Our next stop was the grocery store and these shoes were made to make noise, especially on my little girl’s feet. This could be interesting…

Click, click, click– people turn to look as we enter the store.

Click, click, click. I can feel the disapproving stares of the proper people. People who would never allow their daughter to wear tap shoes to the grocery store. I hold my head up with pride. The click, click, click is music to my ears.

“Excuse me dear. Is your daughter in tap this year?”


“Well why on earth would you allow her to wear tap shoes, here, of all places? They make such a noise.” “Yes, isn’t it wonderful?” “Wonderful? My dear, this is not the place to wear those shoes.” “Oh, I think this is the perfect place to wear them. You see she asked for them.” “Just because she asked for them, doesn’t mean you have to get them for her.”

“You don’t understand,” I said. “When she was a baby, we were told she would never walk or talk. It has taken a lot of hard work and patience but she ASKED for the shoes and the click, click, click says that she CAN walk.”

My daughter, the one who never stays still, or quiet, will graduate from grade twelve next year. It has not always been easy, but it has all been worthwhile. She has taught me that it doesn’t matter what others think. They don’t walk in your shoes. And just like the ladies in the purple hats, sometimes you simply have to wear tap shoes to the grocery store — if for nothing else, just for the sheer joy of hearing the click, click, click. ♥

by Pauline Fraser, mother of a daughter with Autism

Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

I am definitely that mum. My boy wears shorts and t-shirt all year round. Usually an Australian soccer strip – not always popular, in parochial NZ, but he proudly claims his mixed heritage 😉 My big girl, on the other hand, wears her thick warm hoodie even on the warmest days, only taking it off when she starts to get a headache or feel ill and I suggest it might be the heat.
Little girl is a mix of the two – winter tights with shorts over the top and sandals, a summer t-shirt and fluffy jacket. She has her own style, and she ROCKS it.

and your kids are awesome, which just goes to prove it doesn’t matter what they wear :)

I’m the mum who’s kid turns purple even when it’s hot.
I’m the mum who’s daughter wears long sleeves and sometimes pants even during the summer.
I’m the mum who has people comment that my kid must be HOT and that I should dress her more appropriately for the season.
I’m the mum who’s mum comments that I dress my girls differently. You’d think after five years she’d understand that I need to dress Erin more warmly than I need to dress Abi.

Wish people would stop judging because we are all different and just because it is warm enough for them to wear summer clothing ceramics doesn’t mean it is warm enough for everyone.

I am thankful every day that Poss’ school has a very strict uniform policy. She wears it every day and likes the routine of having the same thing to put on, knowing there are no exceptions to the rules.

The only issues we face are in the change over from winter to summer uniform and back again…

Or on weekends… that’s another story!

That would be a handy thing, so long as there were not too many sensory issues with the uniform.

I am xx

:-) rocks to not be alone.

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