Once you’ve entered the parent club, your life will never be the same. You will deal with many new things, including opinions, opinions and more opinions from total strangers.
Take for instance the soccer mum that stares you down at 9.30 in the morning. She lives in a perfect house with her perfect husband and when she rocks up at the playground in what looks like a small house, she looks effortlessly perfect and Rubi-Raven and Bradley-Jaxon are sporting en vogue kid’s couture. While Bradley-Jaxon, let’s call him Brat, resembles a little lawyer, Rubi-Raven is pretty in pink from head to toe and looks like she is ready to compete for Toddlers and Tiaras.
Don’t get me wrong. If this is your choice, go for it. What doesn’t sparkle with me is that you’re looking at me as if I was a crazy person for not turning my kid into a princess apprentice. The rainbow has many colors. Why do I need to turn my daughter into a pinkfest? Disapproval is written all over your face and I am feeling a little like in high school and somewhat underdressed. Why is it that “my kid, my rules” applies to you but not to me?
Little one is not pink-deprived. Don’t worry, presents make up for that. I admit that little girls look adorable in light pink but also in white and yellow and turquois and … Anything with ears gets me close to a cute meltdown. All I’m trying to say is that it does not need to be limited to pink and I’ll stick to that. Children should be given a choice.
Gender is to a great deal constructed, and if you just started smiling at me, I bet you say a baby girl is “cute” and a baby boy is “handsome”… Our daughter loves animals on her outfits and I usually find those in the boys section. Look past all the pink stuff for girls and you are left with licensed apparel (very likely Disney), replacement pink (purple) and some t-shirts with cool slogans like “Daddy’s little princess” or “hot stuff”. A lot of the time she looks a bit Kelly Family but I thought we’re doing alright. The other day someone called her a boy. She wore a grey hoodie with owls on it and a blue and red vest (none of which I have purchased myself). Ever since she’s been asking if she was a girl. Don’t confuse my child.
Once upon a time (at the turn of last Century), blue was considered a weak, and therefore a girl color. Boys on the other hand were likely to be dressed in pink. Somewhat “little red”, it was considered to be a strong color.
For all the mums on the playgrounds out there, please be nice to each other.
(Apologies for all those inverted commas.)