A part of my faith and religion is dressing modestly, not to help boys have pure thoughts or not be a temptation, or anything like that, but as a respect for our God given bodies and as an outward symbol of our respect and love of God.
I teach them when they are young. I help my children understand why the things I believe are important to me and why I hope and pray that they will be important to them also.
This last Sunday I tossed Alex's dress down the stairs for her and told her to get dressed, while I went and found clothes for the boys.
She got dressed, but called to me from the bathroom, barely opening the door. "Yes?" I asked as I approached the door.
"Something is wrong with this dress." Alex said pointing to the sleeves, or lack thereof.
"Did you get the shirt I tossed down too?" I asked.
"Oh no, I missed that." she said relieved. I retrieved the shirt from the stairs and gave it to Alex and she finished getting dressed.
I stopped and enjoyed that moment. Pride in that fact that she is learning, pride that dressing in a way different than what I am teaching her makes her uncomfortable and that she realizes something 'is wrong'.
Our children can do great and amazing things, we just need to expect it of them. We need to not give in and say, oh well everyone else is doing it, it really doesn't matter, or even, well they are young so it is okay now, they can get away with it. If it matters to you, then stick to what you know. Lead by example, teach, instruct, praise and even correct when it is needed. It all begins at home. It all begins with us actually stepping up and doing our jobs as parents. It begins when they are young.
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