Pink Bathing Suit

I got Tessa a pink bathing suit this summer. She wasn't with me when I bought it, and I was worried she wouldn't like it. Ya' never know with a three year old.

She wore it for 9 consecutive days. She liked it, she knew it, and no talk of hygiene would change it. She calls it her "simming soup". I snuck it into the wash each time I gave her a bath, but she snaked it away as soon as it came out of the dryer. I talked her into wearing undies under it, and so we are cool.

A few years ago I would have fought it. I would have forced her to change, and woman handled her squirmy, screaming body until I had extracted her from her pink spandex/lycra and polyester second skin. I don't know if I got smart, or tired, or what, but I have learned it is a battle that ain't worth it.

I love that she has her own voice. I love that I am learning to hear it. I love that she feels so beautiful in her pink bathing suit. And really, as long as she wears a dress over it to church on Sunday, it's all good.