31 Days with Mama A: Shorties' shorties.

Hello my precious darlings and welcome to 31 Days with Mama A!  

It is a privilege and an honor to greet you each and every single day during the month of October and spread a little wisdom and cheer to the masses.  We will talk about all sorts of topics and issues that Mama A feels the need to address, while inching our way closer to the end of the month (and all things Christmas).

Today my friends, we are going to discuss shorties.  Now, I'm not talking about my fellow low to the ground friends like myself who are planted firmly in the petite section of all clothing stores.

Throw ya' hands up if you're under 5'4"!

Don't we all wish we could wear our tutus to the beach and look this cute?
And to have a baggy swimsuit.  

I do, however, have a theory that the shortest person in a long line is always the person in which people feel the safest asking (and sometimes not even asking.  Rude.) to cut through to cross the other side of the line in a perpendicular manner (next time you are in a long line at the Walmart, watch and see for yourself), but that is probably another topic for another day.  

But, my dears, I'm talking about the shortie short shorts on your shorties (aka as your children, specifically of the female type) and all the other ridiculous things that I've been seeing on your kiddos.  I have had the privilege to work with literally thousands of children over the year and I've seen a great number of offenses.  Now, Mama A has posted about this before in regards to skanktacular college apparel.   And now the horror has spread to the littles and I'm getting tired of seeing legs and chests and booty butt cracks on some of the youngest of peoples.

Thank goodness that fall is here and perhaps the return of boots and pants will cover a little more flesh.  And I know all too well the panic that occurs when you realize your child has grown 3 feet over night and suddenly all of those clothes you paid too much money for do not stretch to adequately cover all of the gangly appendages (and this normally happens on Sunday morning or the end of the month when there is NO time nor money to shop)(resulting in a maternal meltdown).

But, then there are the folks that replace their babies' too short apparel with even more inappropriate apparel!  I hurt so badly for those girls because they are learning much too soon that their body is going to be on display for the world to see.  They are learning to feel comfortable in things that they are not emotionally ready to deal with, and it's scary to think what could happen to them in a few short years.  

I'm tired of telling my sweet petunia school babies to pull their pants up, pull their shirts down, and sit with their legs closed.  I'm tired of having to explain that leggings and tights should not be worn as pants--especially with nothin' coverin' the derriere.

And Lord knows I'm tired of seeing little kids with muffin top.  

Muffin.  

Top. 

!!!

And I know they were intentionally bought that tight because the kids are more than happy to show off their new clothes.  Come on folks, buy them some daggone clothes that are not going to leave your babies struggling for air! 

My heart aches for the overly developed elementary girls who are walking around with their shirts unbuttoned just enough.  Who's going to tell them that they do not need to even worry about the male attention that they wish to seek?  

And, good gracious, can we please not send our babies out and about in heels?  

Elementary children do not need stilettos!!!!   

Ever.

EVER.

My darlings, this world is not the same as it used to be.  It's no longer safe for your "kids to be kids" and whatever other nonsense some of these parents are believing.  Our kids are increasingly vulnerable to predators online, on their phones, and in real life.  Don't let your child invite unwanted attention by letting them parade around in public.  You might have all the safe guards on their technology, but you negate it all when you let them walk around on display.  Or let them put their scandalous photos of themselves in suggestive poses all up on Facebook.  Or Snapchat.  Or Twitter.  Or Instagram. Or whatever social media site they are posting pictures on.

Because trust me, they are posting them. 

It's time to give our kids something to be proud of--and not because they are dressed like something cheap.  Let them know that they are precious and important.  Love them enough to stand up to them and tell them "no" or make them change when they prance out of their room looking like a hussy.  

Besides, this is the South and you know good and well our mamas raised us better than that. 

We southern ladies are always classy and never trashy.

And it's time to pass it on to our babies.  

Love and smooches,
Mama A.
xoxxo