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Now I am going to say that my children are not out of the ordinary, unless you talk about their cuteness, intelligence, and goodness – I am their mother, after all. BUT, I really don’t understand a young girl’s obsession with the color pink.
It can be light pink, carnation pink, fuchsia, maroon, bubblegum pink, or mauve but it HAS to be pink. Everything. All of the clothes, the hair bows, headbands, watches, socks, underwear, shoes, wall color…you get the picture.
I totally understand that some young girls find something they love and want to stick with it. I loved Donny Osmond and that lasted a good couple of years, but the lust for the color pink can weigh much heavier. Can someone explain this to me?
Several times in college I became obsessed with pink; however, it was only after a red sock got stuck in the white wash and then for the next semester I was known as the “chick in pink.” Yes, I’m scarred. Maybe this is why I am so over this stage.
I was the first mom to tell my friends, “Don’t worry it’s only a stage and they will try a different palette at some point.” Little did I know that “some point” would roll into almost 3 years – with no signs of slowing down either!
After shaking my head again at the laundry washer jam-packed with the pink load, it became clear that perhaps I am a pink enabler. It’s like the toddlers who unfortunately weigh over 100 pounds and the parents complain about how they can’t get their child to stop eating.
Always yelling at the TV screen, “If you would stop buying so much junk food and giving it to your child, he would have a chance at maintaining a healthy weight!” Yes, I am also a closeted TV hollerer, but that’s out now too. Apparently I’m going to air all my dirty (and pink) laundry today!
I am going to slowly introduce my girls to shades of blue and greens, and ease them into browns and taupes. This may be a weaning process which could be as difficult as getting them off the pacifier or the bottle, but I know it will be as rewarding for all of us!
If you, too, are a “pink” enabler, please contact my parent support group at www.PinkRnotUs.com. We can get through this together if we stand tall and strong!
|Brace yourself for perfect princess party
By Stacey Hatton
Wednesday,November 4, 2009
Edition: METROPOLITAN, Section: JOHNSON COUNTY, Page 2
With my daughter’s fourth year approaching, all anyone heard from her for two months prior was her upcoming party, the presents she desired and the cake…oh, yes, the pink cake!
As a first time mother, I wasn’t aware how important these three things were, but fortunately, since she reminded me every 13 minutes, I was prepared. A young girl’s fourth birthday, in terms of life importance, is comparable to your first new car, senior prom, your wedding day and the next book in the “Twilight” series all tied into one. It’s that big. Now our daughter’s party request was a surprise to my husband and me, who thought she was enough of a tomboy to barrel through the princess phase unscathed, but boy, were we mistaken.
Tip No. 1: If you have a girl who is 3 years old, start saving up for next year’s party because she will demand:
It must be a princess party — a perfectly precious princess party.
50 balloons, pink and off-pink.
Huge pink cake with pink icing and princesses on it. (Translation: Every Disney princess that has ever been created.)
Every guest must be dressed as a princess, preferably in what? Yes, pink.
A pink princess piñata. I know what you are thinking. Yes, they do make these scary contraptions, but you don’t have to beat a princess over the head with a baseball bat anymore. You can buy a pull-string piñata, but it still felt odd having every child grab a ribbon from the perfectly pink underskirt and seeing copious amounts of candy fall on the floor. We opted for a pink tiara piñata. It’s just as effective for the kids without all the adult jokes.
Tip No. 2: Do not mention this party to your child again until the morning of the big day. If you think it’s a bonding experience to involve your child in the party planning, you are wrong.
So how many girls get invited?
Tip No. 3: Many invitation and party kits come in sets of eight. Whatever you do, don’t invite nine girls. It will rock your planning world.
Tip No. 4: Are there any big sporting events on this day? If you want the men in your family to be present, don’t schedule the big event during a Big 12 or Chief’s football game. They will be irritated and resentment might ensue. This is no way to start off a princess party.
Next, do you have any friends who owe you a big favor? Any friends you can hit up to help on the big day with an “I might need a little help with a teensy, tiny art project for a few girls”?
Promising cake can help if they hesitate, but I told my friend she could keep her tiara and that was enough.
The big day arrives and I was prepared. My friend showed up early, grabbed a tiara and we stood post for the “carriages” to arrive.
Here’s a quick version of the party: introductions and greetings in formal dining room, art project, opening of presents, piñata string spectacular, dance break and a reading of Cinderella.
Things were going great! Then I leaned into my friend and whispered, “We only have cake and ice cream to do, and over an hour and a half left!”
Tip No. 5: Have much more planned than you think you have time for. This can include such improvised games as pin the pink ribbon on the door or pick up the piñata candy with a spoon and put it in your princess purse. Or the best one we came up with: turn up the radio and have a princess dance fest!
The princess party was perfectly precious!
The girls had a great time and after I awoke from my sugar induced coma, I realized all the effort was worth it. My daughter remained in her dress and heels until bedtime, requesting to wear them to sleep (denied). However, she got over it quickly, told me how much she loved her party and was asleep before her head hit her royal pillow.
And I’m pretty sure my big 4-year-old princess dreamt in “pink” that night.
Stacey Hatton is a freelance writer who lives in Overland Park.
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