If children grew consistently, little by little each day, it would be okay. I could work with that. I could track it and budget for it. I’d know exactly when they needed new clothes and shoes.
Instead, they grow something like this:
No growth;
No growth;
No growth;
KA-BOOM.
They grow a bit like the Hulk, bursting out of shoes and clothes inconsistently, like two out of my three children have done this year. My daughter Caterina, six – bless her – still fits into most of her winter wardrobe however the boys have shot up and need new clothes.
Then there’s the added complication of my oldest Philip now being 12 and having all sorts of opinions on what he wears. Why can’t he be like my eight-year-old Giovanni and just wear what I buy him?
Stocking up on winter clothing and footwear for three kids can be costly and there’s no point buying designer labels because children have no concept of money. They will smear pasta sauce, mud and paint on whatever they are wearing. Plus, the growing.