More than a shirt
I’m somewhat girlie. I like pink and ruffles, and I don’t think it’s a sign of weakness for parents to put their daughters in frilly dresses or to have them play with pink toys - two things that I do. But I have to admit that I swelled up with pride when Zoe wore her new, grey Star Wars shirt for the first time. We bought it earlier this summer (in the boys department), and I haven’t seen her this excited about a piece of clothing since her, ahem, pink cowboy boots.
Zoe marched happily into camp that day (and promptly told her buddy Lev that he should wear his Star Wars shirt the next day), and I loved that there was no weirdness about gender roles (i.e. Star Wars is “for boys”), no worries that someone might poke fun of her, no emotional baggage. She wore it with nothing but pride. And she’ll likely carry her Darth Vader lunchbox, which I bought for her first day of kindergarten, the same way too.
You go, girl.
-M