Raising Nudists

My children have never been big on clothes. Oh, they are willing to put on clothing when I request it because we are perhaps going to school or to see friends, but at home? They are nudist.

In fact, about 90% of the photographs I take, I have to crop at the waist or add censor buttons. Seriously, check out my birthday post or my family at dinner post or come over unexpectedly, and I promise that 2 flashes of white will greet you as I implore: Can you at least put on underwear? Please?

This is all fine. My sister didn’t wear clothing until she was 5, and my husband used to have a sign on his dorm room warning people when he was lounging in the nude. I have no problem with butts and skin and letting it all hang out. Plus, I save a lot of money on laundry and clothing particularly pajamas.

I would have nothing much to say on the matter except I noticed a strange phenomenon. Over the last year or so, my children have adopted good guy and bad guy stories to their play. Age-appropriate and strengthens conflict resolution skills, right? Yup, well, except the only difference between the good guys and the bad guys is clothing.

Bad guys never wear clothes. EVER.

I’m raising villains.

The other nudist is about to attack me from the flank.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

8 thoughts to “Raising Nudists”

  1. You could never adopt me then – and I know you’ve wanted to. I cannot sleep unless I have pants on. I will say naked kid is a lot better than naked adult. I do embrace my children streaking however.

  2. I’ll never forget the moment when I caught Miss D., then about age 2, naked as a jaybird…dancing on our coffee table. I am still hopeful that it isn’t foreshadowing to any kind of future career.

  3. Mine are constantly naked or semi dressed in play clothes. My teenager walked in from the bus today and said, “why is everyone wearing nothing but winter coats and boots?” Just a typical day in our house.

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