A couple of months shy of three, my girls feel a lot like big kids…and I love it.
They speak mostly in complete sentences.
They have amazing memories and incredible imaginations.
They can take quite the hike with Mommy in the neighborhood.
They feed themselves pretty proficiently, and eating in restaurants with them can actually be quite pleasurable.
They are smart and funny and full of life, and life is pretty darn good.
Still, I’m not anxious to push them to grow up any faster than the crazy pace they’re already keeping. I know that before I can blink, they’ll be in elementary school…they’ll zoom through middle and high school…and I’m already dreading them starting to date when they graduate from college.
As I’ve been window shopping these past couple of weeks, thinking about the holidays and the girls’ birthday in January, my “big kid” anxiety has definitely heightened.
I’d been thinking for a while about getting the girls a dollhouse for Christmas…but I’m not sure I can do it. It just seems like such a “big kid” toy.
Several friends suggested a modern-day version of paper dolls...magnetic or snap-on dress-up play. While I imagine the girls would love it, that seems so grown-up, too!
As I step back, I think a big part of what weighs on my mind is that many of the dollhouses and dress-up sets on the market are so pink. To date, most of the girls’ toys are more gender-neutral, and it feels like a huge step to move away from the primary colors and wooden construction.
I’ve done some online research, and I think I can still accommodate my wish list for the girls, if I choose. There are more gender-neutral dollhouses, and there are dress-up sets that feature soccer players / doctors / firemen and policemen.
So I was breathing easier, at least feeling like I had more options…until…I went window shopping for holiday dresses over the weekend.
I was in a major department store, in the children’s section. I walked past the section labeled 2 - 6x, filled with beautiful pageant-type dresses. I was looking for size 3T, when I spotted the cutest red Scottish plaid dress with a sweet cream turtleneck underneath.
Hmmm...I only see through size 24 months, though...perhaps they're low on stock.
I looked around a bit more, and finally found a salesperson to ask what was going on with their inventory. She kindly steered me back to the big, fluffy beautiful pageant-type dresses. “Here you are!” she declared.
Whoa. My babies are not old enough for taffeta and rhinestones! I need plaid and knit, people!
Plaid and knit, primary colors and wood…perhaps I have texture issues. As pretty as the girls would look in those dresses, and as much fun as they’d have with those dollhouses, I’m just not sure I’m ready.
My girls may be growing by leaps and bounds, but this mama needs to take baby steps.