Last Friday we indulged in our first “girly” parenting moment. My girls aren’t very girly if I’m honest. We inherited an Elsa dress which neither want to wear, favouring their big brothers Batman or Spiderman outfits. Pink isn’t a big thing in this house and we are all often found playing in the garden getting dirty and being a tad wild.
On my three hour child free morning where the girls go off to nursery, I popped into town and found a lovely bright coral nail varnish which I got for myself. When I headed home I redid my toes and loved how bright they were in flip flops.
As soon as I picked the girls up they noticed this change illuminating from my feet and were really intrigued. They kept pointing and then touching them in amazement.
After we picked Charlie up and were in the garden the fascination hadn’t waned so I asked them if they wanted theirs doing; P2 instantly said no whereas her sister was very keen. She sat lovely as I painted her dinky little toe nails. Her face once they were done! She walked around strutting like the proudest girl in the world and kept pointing at them. Her twin on seeing all the commotion she was making, decided she wanted hers doing too. So twenty little toes were adorned with coral nail polish and looking super cute.
It was only when my husband came home did I start to rethink it all. He was not impressed that I had painted their toes as he didn’t think it was appropriate as they’re too young. To me? It was a bit of harmless fun that we had in the garden as they wanted to be like Mommy. But it got me thinking.
I detest when small children go out wearing face filled with make up, or tiny get squeezed into high heels. When girls are conscious of what they wear, what they look like and heartbreakingly what they weigh.
At three years old, is a bit of toe nail polish paving the way for them to start becoming aware of their image?
Honestly? No. I hope not anyway. It will remain as a bit of fun that isn’t done often and isn’t done to enhance image. I remember painting Charlie’s nails when he was about three or four and again that was inquisitiveness and made into fun game we shared.
With children nowadays, it can be quite scary when you see little girls having spray tans and wearing make up as they feel they need it. I have to admit I did feel a little sad that what was fun between me and the girls may have been seen as me being a bad guy and making the girls image conscious and not letting them be kids. But I know they enjoyed it and as a one off treat, I’m glad we got to indulge in a bit of girly time that was totally their choice and we loved it.
What do you think – too much or just fun?