Yesterday I ordered Archer's school uniforms for kindergarten. I was a mess of emotions and not just because "my baby is growing up." I never thought I'd be the kind of parent who sent my kid to a school where uniforms were mandatory. (Archer will be attending a uniform-enforced public elementary school in the Fall.)
I won't lie. It was the uniforms that originally attracted us to the school. And by us, I mean Hal. Hal is a huge proponent for uniforms in schools. Most likely because of an article he read one time in The Atlantic. Just kidding. Kind of. (Hal LOVES talking about all the articles he reads in The Atlantic. Hal LOOOOOOOOOVES The Atlantic. Wants to MAAAAARRRRRRRY The Atlantic.) I for one was always skeptical but willing to keep an open mind. And that I did.
The principal had newly instated the uniform-only policy as a way to unite kids that might otherwise segregate. As with most urban public schools, class is a huge divide and in our neck of the woods, where parents' incomes range from below-the-poverty-line to numbers in the god-only-knows... millions? Squillions? Uniforming the kids was a way to fill the chasm.
We liked that idea. We liked that it was a diverse school in a great neighborhood five-minutes away from our house. We loved the school's vegetable gardens, administration and faculty, its emphasis on creativity (one of the perks of living in Los Angeles? The arts aren't going anywhere. Sure, we all have to pitch in cash money and participate in loads of fund-raisers but the importance of arts will never be questioned by a community who mostly make their living as creatives themselves.) ED: The California public school system is in such disarray that parents
HAVE to pitch in financially. It has almost become mandatory to keep the
schools from completely imploding. We were told at orientation that we
are expected to donate monthly to maintain status quo at our school.
And yet... still: Uniforms
Uniforms? Uniforms.
I grew up in public schools where the word "uniforms" didn't even cross our minds let alone our mouths. Fashion was how we identified ourselves, whether that was good or bad I don't necessarily know... it just was. Getting dressed in the morning was a thrill and I don't know how I feel about my kids not having those experiences.
I guess it's just hard for me to imagine a childhood without borrowing clothes from friends, making puffy-painted shirts to show off in class, "twin day" ...
And yet, here I am. Charging $210.43 worth of blue shorts, white polos and v-neck cardigans to my debit card. Limiting Archer's creative self-expression through fashion to after school hours and weekends. I don't know, you guys. I just don't know.

I've discussed it with Archer of course, who for the time being could care less, but what if that changes? What if, like me, Archer develops of fear of uniformity? Of sameness? I don't ever want my kids to feel like they can't express themselves. And yet... here I am sending my son to his first day of elementary school in a uniform where he will be dressed like everyone else. Same shirts. Same shorts. Same sweater vest on cold days. And in three years, I will likely send Fable to the same school. Fable who is already, at twenty-two months obsessed with all things fashion - she who picks her dresses in the morning - she who refuses to leave the house without her sunglassses and hat.

"But he can wear whatever shoes he wants, so whatever!" said a friend, responding to my uncertainty.
And she's right. At the very least he can still rock purple shoes.
"Uniforms have been proven to be extremely effective in urban environments," Hal continues to tell me and yes, once again, he is also right.
I just... I guess I would have a hard time with it if I was Archer. And it's hard to put your child in a position (even if you know it's what's best for him) that you yourself would hate. And I would have fucking hated uniforms. I would have.
That being said, self-expression is about so much more than clothes and style and puffy-painted twin days. Archer is unique in so many ways and he wears all of his strengths and quirks and ideas on his sleeve, even if that sleeve belongs to a white polo shirt with a school logo on its breast pocket.
It's just...
... uniforms, you guys. Uniforms.
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Did you go to a school with uniforms growing up? Do you send your kids to a school with uniforms? Are you pro-uniform? Anti? Does your husband also have an unhealthy obsession with The Atlantic? Would love to hear from those with uniform experience if you're willing to share...