My Bug, as you might have guessed by now, has a pretty mean fashion sense. She's quite sparkly in fact. She's not a brand slave (doesn't care at all actually) but her clothes always show her fashion sense...and her sparkle!
The ONLY good thing about The Woods was that Bug was able to wear whatever she wanted to school. She was high on Hello Kitty attire and everything was full of color and fun. She might have even been known as "glitter girl" at that school.
But here on the island, it's a different story. You see, there is quite an unlevel household income here. You have the "haves" and "have nots". It's a fact of life everywhere but on an island, as you can imagine, it's more apparent. So our schools have uniforms. It's a way of leveling things out. The even-ing factor as I like to call it. If a UTMB doctor's kid gets all of their clothes from A&F and the single mom that works at McDonald's can only afford thrift stores and Walmart, is that fair to the kids? Both of the kid's parents work. One kid just so happens to have nicer clothing making him appear to be a better person. And I swear...do NOT go all political on me here...in this scenario, these are both working parents from different socio-economic walks of life and both are doing the best that they can by their children.
So in an effort to even the playing field (this crazy thing that we call a society), the city of Galveston requires all children to wear uniforms. Khaki bottoms, red or white button down tops. Simple. The only reason I take issue in this is because this crap is hard to find. For real...especially in size string bean!
But Bug takes issue for another reason. How will she stand out? How will she be different? Who wears the same outfit day after day (for the record...she does not...they all look the same but she has multiples and I wash them regularly)? And so to her, I pointed out the obvious. 'Baby, they can take away your sparkles (only on your clothes), they can take away your colors (only on your clothes), but they can never take away your flair and there is no way they can touch that smile!'.
She shines. And she just so happens to look good in khaki...and anything else she puts on. And she's flourishing in her new school. She's making a gazillion friends and not bothering to know their names. This is what Kindergarteners do and it's a beautiful thing.
Sparkles come from within. Clothing is superficial. I don't care what you wear, I care who you are! Show me your heart, your inner soul, and not another thing in this world matters!
Smile and sparkle on! Welcome to the party...khakis and colors welcome! Just be sure to smile. :)