I sometimes am worried about Gal Smiley being a tomboy, just because anything that makes your kid a bit different opens them up to feeling a bit different and who knows if a kid is going to dig their uniqueness or mope around feeling like an outsider. But on the plus side, there’s this:
Little Miss holds an Ariel doll; Gal Smiley has an action figure. They are pretending their toys are lifeguards.
Little Miss: Is yours a boy?
Gal Smiley: Yes.
Little Miss: Let’s pretend that he likes my girl, he likes her because her hair is very long and swishes all around her head.
Gal Smiley: NO, he likes her because she is a lifeguard and a hero.
Aw, I’m a great parent and a crappy parent simultaneously!
It’s overheard conversations like this that make me feel like there’s not much I can do to shape their personalities. They are who they are – obviously, having the exact same set of parents in the exact same household has resulted in two very different little girls, each with their own ideas and values.
Once when I was a teen, I asked my aunt how it was that she had gotten two such amazing little kids in my two younger cousins. I was shocked, SHOCKED, when she shrugged and said she really didn’t know. Surely she must have some tips, some secrets to share? Nothing?
Turns out, it really does feel as much of a crapshoot as my aunt implied.
Rather than complaining, though, this randomness really makes me relax. If I can’t do much one way or the other to mold them – then I can just kick back and get to know them.
Oh man, now I’m a lazy parent as well!