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THESE ARE URGENT MATTERS THAT NEED TO BE DISCUSSED AND DECIDED UPON RIGHT AWAY!
I do have an opinion about school uniforms. And that is I want to French kiss them in the back of a dark movie theater and invite them up to my apartment “for coffee” after.
I love school uniforms. And I mean uniforms. The rigid, non-negotiable, “this-shirt, these-shorts, this-belt, these-shoes” Catholic school uniform that Patrick now wears five days a week brings joy to my shopping-and-arguing-averse heart.
He looks neat and pulled together. He looks like he belongs. And he can thus move on to other things. Like learning, and making friends, and being more Christlike.
(Oh how our lives have changed in just two short weeks.)
The vaguely enforced Metro “school dress code”, on the other hand, is of no use to me whatsoever. Sure, it keeps the midriffs and boxer shorts where they belong, but it doesn’t stop my knobby-kneed second grader from telling me I’m ruining his life when I won’t let him dress like a 200 pound black man. (If the shoes weigh more than your legs … the answer is NO.)
Parents who are anti-uniform are baffling to me.
“We’re not raising robots!” they screech.
“I want my child to express her awesome and unique personality!” says another.
This argument makes absolutely no sense.
If your daughter's personality is so awesome and unique, why doesn’t it show up against a white shirt and navy shorts?