Ever feel like any pursuit of helping a child problem solve ends with you being horribly and terribly wrong?
Yeah, me too.
Exhibit A:
See this cute dress below, with the bunny and ice cream above the pockets?
It belongs to my second, Tempest.
Wrong
Tempest deals with some sensory issues, like inside seams of shirts, dresses, shorts, basically, all articles of clothing cause her great discomfort and must be expressed with a complete meltdown.
So, when we find something she will wear with little to no argument, it’s a huge win.
Like this dress. There’s no waistline, it flares out, and has pockets (bonus).
But, there’s one problem…
There’s a blessed pom pom on the dress. It goes on as the cherry of the ice cream atop the pocket.
Mind you, after months of wearing it without a problem, suddenly, this tiny embellishment has ruined it forever.
She said when she bends over, it pokes her in the stomach.
So, you know what? *light bulb * I had a great idea.
*grabs scissors* We’ll just cut it off.
I share my idea and reasoning.
*I cut off the blessed pom pom*
She holds it in her hands like a dying life force of crafting beauty.
I enlighten her as to how this will improve her dress, and increase her enjoyment when wearing it.
Nope.
I KNOW NO THINGS!
A minute or two later, she’s sitting on her sister’s bed, whimpering while Sprite is trying to reposition and sew the pom pom back on.
So, I step in and inquire.
I again remind Tempest when she wears this dress, she always complains about the pom pom, so by removing it, I am removing the issue with said clothing item.
Again, I AM WRONG AND ALL MY IDEAS ARE CRAP.
She wants it back on.
*shrug* I don’t know anymore.
Seriously, some days, its a lose-lose here.
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