Before having kids, I swore to myself I would not let my daughters dress themselves. My mother did, and I cringe when I look back at photos and see my clothing choices from my youth. (“How could you let us go out like that?” is a frequent refrain when my siblings and parents and I look at photo albums together.) Then I met my firstborn, who has had a mind of her own ever since she popped out. . . . Read more at The Mirror.