Change is hard.
My daughter cannot tolerate change. Whether it is stopping one activity and moving to the next one, a new classroom, even new clothes.
She likes clothes; she has a wonderful sense of style. But she longs for styles that are from a few years back…when she was a little girl. It’s hard to find what she sees in her mind.
I remember her heartbreak when she had to start buying shoes in the grown up (adult women’s) department. I remember desperately trying to find her some heavily padded, metallic mint green hightops, with silver hearts…like the ones in the children’s department.
While I, too, long for styles from the past, I can adapt. I can find something to wear that is the next best thing and be satisfied…the jeans I wear now are definitely NOT the stylish jeans of my youth, but as long as they have pockets, I’ve come to embrace their comfort. The shoes I wear now…well, I’ve come to appreciate comfort there, too.
My daughter cannot look at something new and say, “Wow! this is comfortable!” Or “Wow, this is an attractive new style.” She can only look at it and say, “It’s not the same. I want it to be exactly the way it was.”
I hope someday she will come to see that change can be good. That something new doesn’t have to be exactly the same as something old to be good and satisfying.