I am that mom who lets her kid wear whatever he wants. Mismatched socks. Shoes on the wrong feet. Shirt purposely backwards.
I am also that mom who has no problem letting her kid wear costumes on any day he so chooses, to any place we happen to be going.
The grocery store was Gotham City today. Kellan made sure everyone knew the Night Stalking Vigilante was there along with Batgirl and Bat baby.
One grocery store employee was like, “I’m impressed you can even say vigilante.”
And I was just like, “You have nooooo idea what kind of vocabulary gold mine you’ve stumbled upon.”
If the store isn’t busy, Kellan will run in the open areas more than he will walk.
He will find the villains.
He will have complete conversations with people as Batman. I smile and play right along.
If we are all in, then we surely aren’t breaking character.
I am that mom and I have zero issue admitting to it. I encourage it. I allow it. I am not at all embarrassed by it.
I am proud of Kellan’s ability to bring the real world into his imagination and manipulate it in so many amazing ways.
Maybe once upon a time, before Kellan, I would have been appalled at the mere thought of one of my kids running around like that.
That sure was a silly thought.
Without having children, I would have missed the magic of a child being allowed to be himself and play freely.
The only way I can do that is because I stopped caring what others think. After a few days of mom life, I realized that trying to force a baby to do what “they” say he should do was not going to work. Kellan doesn’t play by those rules, and because of his determination to go against the norm, I’ve also thrown all of the books and advice columns out the window all, “This is not my kid. This will never be my kid. We are going to do this our own way. To hell with advice.”
And since then….life has been peaceful in that department.
Though I’d be a millionaire if I had a dime for every time I heard:
“Your shirt is backwards.”
“Your socks don’t match.”
“Your shoes are on the wrong feet.”
“You’re wearing two different shoes.”
And to all those we just smile and say, “Yes, they are. That was the plan.”
Kellan picks out his outfits very carefully every morning. Every single item, head to toe, is planned out and has a reason and a purpose.
It is one of my favorite things for him to come out of his room to declare who he is for the day and see how he has decided to express that in his outfit.
There is no way I am ever discouraging his imagination and his desire to be who he is, regardless if society agrees.
Society has it completely backwards, if you ask me.
And really, I should know.
I live with Batman, afterall.