Maddox went to bed upset last night because he "wanted to be a princess".
I told him only girls can be princesses-- that he could be a prince.
He was tired and whiny and persistently said no. He wanted to be a princess!
Each time I would correct him, the tears would flow...
Maybe I should have let it go...
But where's the line?
He finally got it together and said, "then I am the king!"
I said, "that will work!"
I had forgot about the internal struggle I had faced around the holidays.
Last night re-lit the flame.
I had 2 friends with little girls Maddox's age post pictures of their little beauties in Buzz Lightyear costumes on Facebook.
The comments were sweet and funny... Even though their girls preferred a boy character over the princess stuff that they had received for Christmas.
I too, thought they were adorable.
But my heart hurt for Maddox.
He loved Dora and Kai Lan around that time, but I didn't dare share our love for a girl character, for fear of the back lash that could follow.
And to post a pic of him as a little Chinese dressed girl on Facebook... (not that we own such an outfit) but can you imagine the controversy?
I hate that at 2, there are so many social standards already.
I don't want to cram boy- boy-boy down his throat, because I don't want to change the sweet little soul that he has.
I have never feared that he will be the "mean-kid" at school... it's just not in his cards.
He is too carrying and worried about other people's feelings for that.
I do worry however, about whats too far?
Where's the line?
Is it okay that he wore my sister's birthday tiara and called himself a king a few weeks ago?? (the picture above)
--I think so.
The tears over wanting to be a princess last night...
--I don't know?!
I do believe there are boundaries...
And this isn't a daily or weekly issue either.
It is just fresh on my mind after last nights tears.
He loves boy things.
And when put into a setting with Cambrie a while back, Kimberly and I laughed that Maddox automatically ran to the car track and Cambrie ran to the kitchen... but at some point during play-- I think they both played a little on both sides of the margin.
And that's normal... right?!
There's not much that makes Maddox happier that throwing rocks in the pond, riding on the tractor and carrying his tools everywhere-- just in case there's something to be fixed.
(even if he has re-named his tools: Pinch, wiggle wrench, ricker-ricker-three-thousand, and a hose-raider.)
He loves playing baseball with his daddy... catch with Pop... throw "coconuts" (acorns)... and will play cars for hours.
His Buzz, Woody, and "toy" (the little alien character from Toy Story) are never far from reach...
so I think we are fine.
But does the rest of the world agree?
Oh the struggles of motherhood....