The moment that I long dread has finally come, complete with shockin' pink fluffy gagging tiara shiny glittery glam shazaaam that sparkly poofy magic wand right through my heart.
Recently she asked me how come I don't put on make up like her grandma does. I said I don't like things clogging my face. She frowns. I warned her, no make up for you till you are 21 ok! I caught her playing with the brushes, lipstick and powder from my mom's make up bag though.
I have been in denial and been dressing the kid androgynously because hey, I can't stand the Barbie-ness and hey, I don't like her to be mainstream and hey, princesses and divas sucks ok and hey, I want to give her a "don't mess with me, boys" outlook due to my unfortunate past experience on abuse that led me to be overprotective of my girl. (wow that was a mouthful)
Each time we enter the clothing department, I would head straight to the boys section for the berms and t-shirts and be very selective on the girls clothing. Each time we enter a toy store, I would recommend her (forcefully shoved them under her nose that is) toys that I deem appropriate fine to my eyes (no barbies, no pinky minky stuff...you catch my drift)
Ok fine, so that's MY personal opinion right? I wouldn't like it if people shove their preferences and opinions down my larynx right? But at the same time, for as long as I am paying for her clothes and toys, I have the last say. Hahahaha *cackles evilly*
The husband said I am not being nice. She is after all a girl. She deserves her girly-girl moment no matter how cringing and sore eye much it will cause me.
siiigh ok fiiiine.
Even after all those deviations and controls over preferences; she still wants to be a princess. She prefers tutu skirts over her denim shorts or jeans. She prefers her Hello Kitty over the Led Zeppelin tops. (although I purposely will defend myself with an "oops I brought the wrong clothes! no choice babe, you gotta wear these" when she pulled her pouts and tantrums because she's not in a girly attire)
So i think it's cute I caught her playing nails with the husband one day.
I consoled myself. Let her be a girl, let her grow up, let her experiment...under my very watchful eyes that is because I say so wahawhhwahaw.