Knowing that I didn’t have the money or time to make or buy the chaps, and that my mother didn’t have the mental or physical ability to carry the task through and make them, I would have just told my son, “No, sorry, honey, we don’t have time or money for chaps.” I would never have given him the idea that he will get his chaps.
Or I might have gone to a Dollar store and found a cheap cowboy Halloween costume. My mother always said, “It doesn’t take much to amuse a child.” Depending on how you gave him the cheap costume, he would have been thrilled with it. Of course, if you gave it to him with a lot of apologies over “bad gramma”, then he probably would have thrown a tantrum or started crying and saying things like, “This isn’t what I wanted.”
Or I might have cut up some brown wrapping paper and given him some glitter, glue, and crayons, and encouraged him to decorate his “chaps.” And then I would have taped them on him with duct tape and enjoyed watching him utterly destroy those beautiful homemade chaps.
The fact that nine months later, the little boy still wanted chaps makes it obvious that the same obsessive-compulsive behavior that YOU and your mother demonstrate has been passed on to your son. This should make you pause and do some serious thinking.
Do you realize that most little boys would have forgotten all about it within 24 hours? Probably within an hour, for most little boys.
Did you continue, over the last nine months, to tell him, “Honey, some sweet day gramma will actually get around to making the chaps.” Is THAT why a little boy actually remembered for nine months that he wants chaps–because you kept reminding him?
What I see throughout this thread in all your responses is obsessive-compulsive behavior that manifests itself with perfectionism. I see this in your mother, in you, and I’m sorry to say it, in your little boy.
Your little boy asks for chaps. Instead of just saying, “No,” you decide that “Yes, he needs chaps,” and they need to be homemade, not just some cheap costume or a “pretend” pair of chaps that you hobble together from a pair of his old slacks or some brown wrapping paper decorated with glitter and crayons.
But not only do you obsess over “perfect chaps,” you also have a obsession with what a “perfect grandmother” should be–over and over in this thread, you make that statement. In your mind, a “perfect grandmother” makes homemade costumes.
So you assign your mother the task–be a perfect grandma and make this pair of chaps, and then your little grandson will come running to you as you present them to him, and it will be a Kodak moment, all warm and fuzzy.
Most mothers would have said, “No, honey, I don’t have time or energy to make the chaps. I’ll give you a little money and you can buy him a costume. Or I’ll give you a little money and you can hire my seamstress friend down the street.”
But your mother is also a perfectionist. So she says, “Yes,” to you, because she knows that she is (or once was) capable of making the chaps. But she can’t get started on it because these chaps must be PERFECT. And this is so overwhelming to her that she can’t even bring herself to get started on the project.
And this grandmother-mother “duel” goes on for NINE MONTHS!
This is not normal behavior.
Most grandmothers would have apologized after a month or so, and said, “Listen, honey, I love my grandson, but I just can’t get these chaps done. I’ll tell you what, I’ll pay to have some made for him.”
And most mothers would have said, “Oh, Mom, don’t worry about it. He doesn’t even remember the chaps. Now he wants a Power Rangers costume, so I’m just going to go buy one at the Halloween store in August, or make a cheap one out of an old pair of pajamas.”
And most little boys would have forgotten all about the chaps, the power rangers, and pretty much everything else except the pleasures and play of the day!
Do you see how your behaviors aren’t normal?
Even your title of this thread shows a perfectionist tendency, Instead of just titling it something like “Need some advice over costume,” you use a title that requires your readers to connect with a movie (that most of us probably haven’t seen or heard of). You can’t just have a “normal” title. Instead, the title has to be “perfect.”
My suggestion to you is to end the cycle now. Go to a doctor and get some help. Don’t pass this on to your little boy. Do everything you can to help him, and yourself, to be free of perfectionism and OCD. It’s probably too late for your mother, but you can at least enjoy the years you have left together without continuing to torment her by starting wars about unrealistic perfectionist expectations.