this morning my oldest asked to play the computer barbie game. and not just that. he wanted dress the fairy.
and, as i do know, there is nothing wrong with that. per se. except i’m the kind of bad parent that immediately starts over-analyzing the whole scene. oh dear. as much as i have nothing against and have had several friends (and even a crush and resulting loss of a bet that a cute co-ed at college most assuredly could not be…well, uh, of a different persuasion) this is definitely not what i want for my son.
the thoughts begin to swirl, with a mild tone of hysteria. what have i done?! what can i do?! should i do anything at this point?! let him play?! forbid it?! forbid it totally in the house, including my daughter, to avoid such things?! react! i must react!
but i didn’t. i showed him how to get to the fairy garden and smiled and said nothing.
and a few minutes later he called me over begging me to print the beautiful fairy. for his sister. to hang on her wall.
what have i done? raised a brother that pays attention to the things his little sister adores.
what can i do? keep doing what i’ve done and stand back and watch.
and let him play.
(and just maybe, chill out a little, take that zoloft a little earlier in the morning, and get over myself. good grief.)
