I haven't bought Sabine tons of pink or princess dresses or tiaras or wands or fake high heels or feather boas or any of that super frothy girly stuff. The biggest reason is that it's just not my style. The other major reason is that I don't want to shove the whole princess/fairy tale thing down my little girl's throat. I don't like the idea of her growing up thinking that she needs to be saved or rescued by a guy. I don't want her to think she can only be happy if she gets married or is in a relationship. I want her to learn to depend on herself and to make herself happy. I want her to want to travel and explore and see and feel and experience as much of the world as she possibly can. And if she does meet someone, I want that to come a little later and for it to be the icing on the cake that is her strong, well-rounded, independent self.
With that said, we recently had dinner at a friend's house, where a three year old lives with what seemed like an endless supply of princess dresses, plastic heels, crowns, wands and sparkly accessories. Twenty minutes after we arrived, Sabine emerged wearing all of the above and then some. She was in drag queen heaven and apparently too much was not enough.
I saw how happy she was. I wondered if she was drawn to it because it was new to her or because frothy pink happens to suit her taste buds. Only time will tell. But I decided that it doesn't matter. As long as I help her to build confidence and a strong back bone; as long as I teach her that the princess phenomenon is anything but real, I want her to be free to express herself in whatever way she wants. Even if it is unbearably pink and fluffy.