I get a lot of joy just watching my
kids play. I love listening to the stories Little Miss makes up, and watching
the Stuntman’s face as he learns a new skill (this week it is jumping off the
arm of the couch, bouncing off the cushions and face-planting onto the rug). I
try to get down on the floor and play with them as much as I can as well, but
sometimes I prefer to just watch.
Little Miss has been slowly evolving into a
real girly girl over the past few months. I was always very conscious of making
sure she had as many toy cars as dolls, and dressed her in lots of blue and red
and green, but now, much to my consternation, everything must be pink, and she
has pushed her toy cars aside in favour of plastic tiaras and Peppa Pig paraphernalia.
It’s frustrating, having tried to impress my own ‘gender neutral’ views on her,
that she has decided that actually, she just wants to be a princess, thank you
very much.
This morning she told me she didn’t want to wear a particular t-shirt because “it’s for boys”. When I asked why it was for boys, she pointed out a speck of blue on it and said “There. Blue is for boys. Not girls. Not me. I just like pink.”
