My mother is playing "dress up" with my daughter and it's not cool.

Momlogic's Andrea: 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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