The Matter of Pants

When people learn that I have four boys they usually respond with a shocked look and some sort of astonished reply about how I appear mostly sane. Life with four boys is busy and full of toilet humour, but in so many ways I am grateful. I am not sure I would be cut out to raise a girl. The clothing and hair options paralyze me with fear. When I change my baby niece I am overwhelmed with the decisions involved: Are these tights? Is this considered a dress or a top? Should I be combing her hair? What’s the protocol here?

Boys are simple, at least so far. There aren’t nearly as many choices – pretty much everything matches jeans. Usually our biggest controversy is whether or not you can wear a navy shirt with black pants (no, you cannot). However, even within this simple state, complications and issues arise. Socks can feel “too socky”. Pants can be “bunchy”. A shirt cannot be worn because it just isn’t a favourite. Currently it is our four-year-old who is struggling with these apparel horrors. These deal-breakers have caused us to be late for school, church, even the toboggan hill. So I sat the boy down and said that sometimes you just have to tough it out and wear something that isn’t your favourite because that’s what people do.

They aren't jeans, but I can tolerate them for a trip to the park.

They aren’t jeans, but I can tolerate them for a trip to the park, I guess.

Our morning routine had improved immensely since this chat. He was managing his clothing options quite well and I kept my expectations for matching and rotating shirts low. Then Sunday morning hit. He only had two pairs of clean pants that he could tolerate. When he asked me if he matched I discovered a giant hole in the knee. I explained that those pants were goners and “you need to be a big boy and wear the jeans you don’t like as much without crying. Later you can change and we can see what we can do about your pants.” Off he went to change. As I passed by his door a moment later he was getting dressed and I could hear his little voice saying, “Don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

It broke my heart.

It broke my heart just that little bit. I didn’t go and sob quietly in the washroom, but I was proud and sad at the same time. I was smiling as my eyes welled up. I finally understood that all of his upsets about pants this fall weren’t really a power struggle or an attempt to get my attention. As ridiculous as it sounds, pants really matter to him. He doesn’t care about brand or how they look, but some pants are favourites and some are not. He cannot even explain it, he just knows. And now I do.

That afternoon I took my sweet boy to the store, just the two of us and he sat in the cart and we giggled and talked and I could just listen to him. He sat in the cart. As I wheeled my third-born around the store it occurred to me that even though he can print his name and dress himself and is learning to read, he is still little and likes to ride in the cart. And pants matter to him.

I don’t want to forget this: that even though I might not understand why something is important, the person matters. Taking the time to value what’s important says, “you count, I care about you, you are loved.”

If pants matter that much to you, then they matter to me.

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About Jan Moyer

Embracing my inner child since 2005. View all posts by Jan Moyer

10 responses to “The Matter of Pants

  • Campbellatte

    You honour your boys and who they are. Even when it first appears ridiculous, time wasting and frustrating. Thanks for putting your boys’ uniqueness first.

  • Shawn Stinson

    I have a 7 & 9 year old and have lived every word of this.
    It took me a while to realize that the clothing arguments usually weren’t worth the trouble. But sometimes they must happen. We faced a struggle with my oldest son a while back. There was a pair of shorts he decided he wouldn’t wear anymore. He would not tell us why. After a long discussion, we realized that those were the shorts he was wearing the day he broke his arm last summer. He now felt they were unlucky. I’ve never seen him as happy as he was when we gave them away to a shelter.
    Great blog.

  • crumbsoffthetable

    Great post. My son is particular about pants, luckily I understand he likes “soft pants”. I think ones he can pull up and down without having to worry about a button. But aren’t they just so sweet.

  • Amie

    This was a great post. I think the greatest gift we get as parents is getting to know our kids. Yesterday night, I stayed at home instead of going to church with my oldest who was sick. Even though she started out the night sad and crying and missing her friends, I worked my wiles of canned peaches, internet videos, and book conversations and by the end of the night ,she told me it was a great night and she hoped we would have more nights like that. That is the best part of parenting for me.

  • Larry Hehn

    I wish I had realized this stuff years ago. Sadly, I’m only now starting to get it, and find myself wondering how I could have been so blind. I appreciate your insight, Jan. Thanks for sharing it!

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