By Tracee Sioux
My daughter went to her best friend’s house yesterday.
We played with Barbies the whole entire time! she blissfully informed me.
No, I haven’t forbidden the playing with Bratz, Barbies and Princesses at friends’ homes. No, I don’t plan to speak to her mother about it. I honestly don’t think my daughter is confused about my objections. I’m secure in the knowledge that my rules forbidding them in our house and the reasons why have seeped irrevocably into her psyche. She adores when I read Growing a Girl: Seven Strategies for Raising a Strong, Spirited Daughter out loud to her. She gets it, to the degree any 5-year-old can.
But, these plastic girl-toys are the foundation of her little girl culture. I’m not crazy enough to believe I have the power to create a self-enclosed box, devoid of negative girl messages.
Besides, the completely forbidden is that much sweeter and a breeding ground for rebellion. This, I can speak to, from first-hand experience. My daughter is too much me, for me to ignore the attraction of rebellion.