Andrea's Mom•Logic: My mother is playing "dress up" with my daughter and it's not cool.

When my daughter was 10 months old, my mother came over to babysit while I ran some errands. I was grateful. She also came bearing gifts for Lily for which I was not grateful: A denim mini-skirt with sequins and a glittery tank top emblazoned with “Princess in Training.” Not really my style. I'm not into the baby Bratz doll look. Up until that point, Lily's wardrobe had been simple—as if she was attending a perpetual yoga class—Jersey pants and long sleeved t-shirts. I wanted her to be comfortable. I figured she had enough to contend with, without snaps and buttons gouging her when she crawled.
I politely told my Mother I appreciated the outfit but I didn’t think it was right for Lily and put it back in the box. (There’s a little more to this than meets the eye—my Mom all through my childhood forced me wear things I hated and sometimes was even embarrassed to wear. It was a constant battle of will that, among many other things, wore down our relationship.) “Don’t you want her to try it on?” pleaded my mother. “No, Mom, I really don’t. She’s fine with what she's wearing,” I said firmly, and thinking it was settled, left the house.The next week I was at my parent’s house when I noticed a picture of Lily I had never seen. It was a photo of my baby girl in the “miniature street walker” outfit I had nixed a week before! My mother, so determined to get her way, put my daughter in the outfit and snapped a photo.
Wait, how many times does my mother get to be the Mom?! I think just once. But I guess she thinks being a grandmother gives her the right to override my wishes. Does it?
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