Interstellar Adventures

January 27, 2006

She’s too young for a crush

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:45 am

Elle threatened to run away again last night. She set herself off when she asked if they could stay for the PTA meeting and some program thing that was going on. I didn’t know about the PTA meeting and program, and I was starving and had a headache from work, so I said no. She then proceeds to jump up and down and have a fit. Back in the car, it was whine, whine, whine. My headache wasn’t getting any better.

At home, she and I sat down at the kitchen table. She had her head buried in her arms, and cried. What’s wrong baby. Tell mommy so I can help you make it better. She just kept crying. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. she said. After awhile of not getting through to her I decided it was time to go eat. Then it came out.

There’s a boy at school that won’t leave me alone. He teases me about having a boyfriend, and I don’t. Ahhh. He won’t shut up and he makes me mad and I can’t get him to stop and so I yell at him and then I get in trouble. Ahhh.

Do you have a boyfriend? I ask, praying that the answer is no. No! she yells. OK then, how come you just can’t ignore him? He says stuff really loud and won’t stop even when I tell him to stop and he’s always teasing me. she wailed.

Great. Now I have to call the school and find out if she’s really being teased by this twerp. I’m sure this little butt-head has a crush on my totally cute daughter. But hands off little buck-a-roo! She’s too good for you. Why don’t you go practice your alphabet or something there Alfie? Leave my baby girl alone!

The other thing that bothers me is she’s in first grade!!! She’s not supposed to know what a boyfriend is! She’s not supposed to know that people like people and it makes you feel all funny inside when you do! She’s supposed to be young and innocent, worrying about dolls and bike riding and reading homework and painting her nails! What is it with kids these days where they think they have to grow up so fast! Worrying about popularity in first grade?

You know what? I blame crap like this. These aren’t even cute. These are pre-teens dressed like street walkers! And now they have toddler versions of their trampy selves! I mean, how is a kid supposed to be a kid without thinking they already have to have collagen-ized lips and plucked eyebrows and wear make up and be sexy and show off parts of their body not meant for public consumption!

I don’t want my daughter to end up as a Paris Hilton wannabe. I don’t want her to worry about fashion and shopping and boys. I want her to get excited about learning and soccer and being the best girl she can be. How are those distorted dolls supposed to be considered role models for little girls??? Even Barbie is sketchy to me. Sure there’s Doctor Barbie and Lawyer Barbie and they’ve got videos that teach about being good friends and what not. But why do they all have to be beautiful? Sparkling hair and eyes and perfect teeth and an unachievable figure. That ain’t me everyday, I can assure you of that. A month ago I saw a girl that couldn’t have been more than 10 or 12 dressed in a mini-skirt, a halter top, and high-heels. She was showing off more skin than I have ever dared to expose in something other than a swim suit! WTF??

And what if girls do look up to a female soccer star or female basketball player? People look at them and then say ‘Eh, she’s probably a lesbo or something.’. So because a girl is good at sports, she’s gay? Yeah, there’s “hot” sports people like Anna Kournikova, but IMO, she was a mediocre tennis player that only got all the attention she did because of her body. She hasn’t played tennis in three years, and hasn’t won a title since 1996.

Let my baby girl be a girl. Let her enjoy her kid-ness while she still can. I don’t want my kids to think I’m ‘uncool’, but dammit, it’s not my job to be cool. There’s going to come a point when they can experiment and try new things and decide how they want to live their life, but that time isn’t now. Gawd, when did I turn into my mother??? I’m going to stop ranting now and go look for a real role model for my daughter. Oh wait, that’s me isn’t it?

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