Now the feminist in me initially went all tiger mum and OTT on gender neutral clothes, bright colours and above all my message was NO PINK. I didn’t allow her grandad to call her ‘his little princess’, instead I insisted she be called a ‘little leader’, ‘mini warrior’ or at least to want to be a Queen as she IS actually a ruler. And you know what? At the age of 2 1/2, my eldest refused to wear any of the expensive, colourful leggings and jumpers - all in favour of the pinkest, most glittery, feminine dresses you can imagine. She wanted to ride unicorns, stroke kittens and wear the and most extravagant, embellished dresses she owned (not bought by me at the time may I add).
But guess what? She didn’t suddenly lose all brain power, she didn’t need her grapes peeled or need carrying around in a carriage – instead, as she dressed in her finest finished off with plastic dress up shoes, she stated she was in fact a ‘Princess Leader’. She continues to be a very powerful, confident and clever little girl. I realised it’s NOT what you wear that matters, not what you like (I mean who doesn’t like unicorns anyway?), but how you think about yourself, the world and how you react to it. If I can at lesst try and bring my little girls up allowing them to wear what the hell they want, AND still be who they want to be, without judgement (from themselves more than anything – as I’m afraid the world will always judge!) but be confident doing it, then we’ve done our best.