A package should arrive tomorrow full of new school clothes for my boys.
This is a pretty common purchase in middle class America in August. Back to school shopping is a tradition. Certainly I grew up with a replenished wardrobe every year at this time, ready to show up in a new classroom sporting unblemished shoes and a fresh favorite outfit. My brother also met September with new sneakers and the latest cool t-shirts in his closet. My mother took meticulous care of our appearances.
But I didn’t follow in my mother’s footsteps. I’m no match for her as a housekeeper, and I didn’t take my kids to the mall for the annual sales. I just replaced what was worn out or outgrown. Usually that meant almost every purchase was destined for DS1, who’s older by several years and has been consistently bigger at similar ages.
This year, I’ve done something a little different in my shopping. Ten of the 15 items in the package are for DS2.
He’s the second son.
He has grown up wearing his brother’s hand-me-down clothes.
I thought I should offer him more this year, and here’s why. Continue reading