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August 25, 2006 Frances Friday: The Word Gene
Next time I get the urge to show how smart I am by writing satire, will somebody please hit me? Two hundred people--TWO HUNDRED--came to read my last satirical effort between 8 pm and midnight yesterday, and something tells me that it might not have had the desired effect. I feel a bit like Jonathan Swift: "Ok, but I don't actually want people to eat babies, all right? That was kind of the point, you know, the rich feeding off the poor and everything .... never mind." If anyone's curious: I'm against eugenics in all forms, I'm a whole-hearted supporter or every type of reproductive rights including both the right NOT to have children and the right TO have children; so if you read my application form and thought "this is horrible!" then, good! That was my point. Thank you. ~~~~~ As part of Frances's transition into the senior room at daycare, she has been spending part and whole days there whenever there's a spot. This past Tuesday was a whole day with the Big Kids, including using the big kid bathroom. Except that she couldn't reach the sink, even with the stepstool. This isn't unusual and frankly I don't know of any way to fix it because the problem is that her arms are too short to reach from the edge of the sink to the tap. So one of the teachers held her up a bit closer, and Frances put her hands under the faucet, and the water started. Said Frances, "It comes out automatically!" AUTOMATICALLY, she said. Correctly. In context. In case you haven't counted, that's six syllables. It's bigger than she is. I think she got my word gene. The funny thing is, while she's got "automatically" down, she's struggling with "sick." She knows what it means, I think; maybe it's more fair to say that she doesn't really understand the underlying concept of disease, because this week whenever I said I was sick and wasn't feeling well, she'd smile at me and say, "I'll make you happy, Mummy." Awwwww. And what else can a sick Mummy say except, "You make me very happy, Frances"? Anything else would make her very sad. She hates it when Erik or I aren't happy, and will keep at us with, "I make you happy. Do I make you happy? Are you feeling better? I can make you happy," until we relent and agree that we are happy now. It's so sweet. I can't tell you how much pride puffs my heart to bursting at her care for the emotional state of the people close to her. She has such a big heart; whenever she does something that upsets us, the worst part for her is that fact that we're upset. So, for example, if she won't eat her dinner and Erik gets frustrated, what drives her to tears is Erik's frustration, and she'll keep tearfully repeating, "That makes you happy Daddy. Do I make you happy?" until he says "yes." If she throws one of her toys (which she knows she's not supposed to do), she'll smile: "I make you happy, Mummy." "No, that didn't make me happy. That made me sad. It made your toy, sad, too, to be thrown on the ground." "Did I make you happy?" "No. You made me sad." "Sorry, Mummy." Sorry! She says sorry! She apologizes, correctly and in context. Actually she takes it to extremes and has been overheard apologizing to ants if she steps in their path. "Sorry, ant!" she says, then stands still while it scurries around her. "That's ok, Frances. Thank you for apologizing." "Are you happy now, Mummy?" "Yes, I'm happy." She says please, she says thank you, she says no thank you (or no thanks, which is too freaking cute), she says you're welcome, she says SORRY. I am the world's luckiest Mom. The only fly in my ointment is Barbie. On Monday, when we were getting ready to meet up with a friend and her daughter at the mall and Frances picked out her frilliest dress to wear, and we put it on, and set her in front of the mirror to see how it looked, she said, "I look beautiful!" "Yes, you do." "Just like a barbie doll." Scream it with me now, Dear Readers: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I've also been informed that Ruby (the rabbit) is beautiful "just like a Barbie doll" when she is carrying a purse. She didn't get it from me, she didn't get it from Erik, she hasn't seen any of her other relatives recently enough for them to be the culprit. There is only one possible source: the daycare. And I have no idea how to handle this. I don't do the drop-off or pick-up because it's at Erik's office, so I can't casually bring it up. Is it big enough to make a deal of it and call them? Frances and I had a little chat then about how all kinds of people look beautiful, and you don't have to look like Barbie to be beautiful, and not everything that's beautiful looks like Barbie. I don't think she got it, but I'm going to keep at it for a while--pointing out beautiful people and and animals and plants and things that look nothing like Barbie. I even pulled out the big guns: "It makes Mummy very, very sad when you say that, Frances. There are so many ways for things to be beautiful. Lots of things are beautiful that look nothing like Barbie. OK?" I am heartbroken that she is already learning that beauty looks like Barbie dolls. Posted by Andrea at August 25, 2006 7:40 AM under Frances Friday EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments No good can ever come from satire. Except giggles. And satisfaction. But apart from that, nothing. And, hot digity, is two years old not the most fun age yet? The talking cracks me up. Ivy has been apologizing a lot, too, but I think it's pretty insincere. She'll push Annie down and then exlcaim, "Oh! I torry, A'ie. You otay? Yeah. You otay." I don't know what to say about the Barbie stuff. Sucks. We haven't dealt with that specifically, but Ivy is on a pink kick right now. She'll put on something pink and say, "Oh! So diddy [pretty]!" Argh. How did this happen? Posted by: Casey at August 25, 2006 8:16 AM
As someone who had a satirical column in a conservative university for 2 years, you certainly have my sympathies. It's no fun when people can't read verbal cues. Posted by: Jane Dark at August 25, 2006 8:31 AM
i agree that it's sad that she's learned barbie = beauty already - scary how societial 'norms' creep into kids awareness so young. However, you're giving her excellent lessons teaching her that there is more than just barbie beauty in this world, so I think she'll be okay. Posted by: suze at August 25, 2006 8:46 AM
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!(well you said to scream it with you) Posted by: LauraJ at August 25, 2006 9:19 AM
I may be over-reading here... but I as sweet as it is that Frances wants you to be happy, I also think it's important that Frances learn - as much as an egocentric two year old can - that she is not solely responsible for maintaining your state of happiness. Because let's face it, crap happens in life that not even Frances can make better, and as much as I love how nurturing she is, I fear the hyper sense of responsibility (and the resultant sense of failure) that being a super sensitive child can breed. Yes, I just projected my psyche all over your child. Ugh. The background - as a child I tried to take care of a clinically depressed mom and make her happy. As a result, I came into adulthood with a severely enlarged responsibility gland. So how can we help our children balance an appropriate sense of empathy with an appropriate sense of self? And does this make any sense? Posted by: art-sweet at August 25, 2006 9:37 AM
P.S. I think you just need to give Frances some multisyllabic words for Barbie. Try starting her on "tool of the patriarchy" and proceed from there. I think emotionally, dealing with a sick parent is the equivalent of an eight-syllable word for a two year old. Parents are big. They're not supposed to be vulnerable. And, since the world revolves around two year olds, if they are sick or upset, it must be my fault. Posted by: art-sweet at August 25, 2006 9:41 AM
Casey, I know! It must be in teh water or something. LauraJ, I wish that were true, but I have the feeling this is just going to be the first of many such hurdles. Thanks for the words of encouragement, though. art-sweet, that makes perfectly good sense. And I do try to tell her that it's nothing to do with her ("You make me very happy, Frances; I just have a little owwie in my throat") but I don't think she's at the stage yet where she can really understand that. As you say, she's (delightfully) egocentric. But that is a good thing to keep in mind, and I definintely don't want her to think she is responsible for my moods, good or bad. And YES! I will teach her to say that Barbies are a tool of the patriarchy. And she can take THAT to daycare. Ha! Posted by: Andrea at August 25, 2006 10:27 AM
I'm always unsure when to start obviously trying to widen one of CG's opinions and when to ignore a behavior or view I don't like, since sometimes the negative attention becomes a draw. (You know best how to get Frances to accept new ideas, of course, but I wonder whether labeling things as obviously NOT BARBIE will make her cling to Barbie= beautiful more strongly or not.) I'm also wondering what she really thinks about Barbie, since even with the word gene, she is probably using words without the precise meanings you would have mapped for them. So how do they play with Barbie at daycare? And what does she think Barbie does? Maybe her Barbie views aren't quite as narrow as we're all assuming/fearing b/c she doesn't yet have the ability to grasp the decades of cultural significance we attach to Barbie. I have the same conversation with myself regarding the notion of "princess" and Curious Girl. Posted by: Susan at August 25, 2006 10:46 AM
Wait, we're *not* supposed to eat babies?
Posted by: rachel at August 25, 2006 1:13 PM
But yeah, I can totally see Frances being able to handle "Barbie is a tool of the patriarchy" . I think I'd pee my pants in delight if I heard her say that! Yes, barbie as a measure of beauty is scary - but I also want to offer this possible way of looking at it: I would hesistate to say that Barbie *isn't* pretty - because everything is pretty. Barbie is pretty, Dora is pretty, Frances is pretty, Mommy is pretty - just like barbie, dora, frances adn mummy are smart. It's easy to take the attack, but if she learns that barbie is pretty at school, then hears that barbie *isn't* pretty from you guys, it could extrapolate to her hearing that she is pretty at school, and then wondering if at home......it's a stretch, but I'm just wondering about the positive acknowledgements vs the negative in this case. The more positive versions of pretty she has, the better she'll be equipped to conceive of difference as a positive. But, I'm not a mom, and I may be totally reacting in the wrong way. I do that sometimes. :) Posted by: rachel at August 25, 2006 1:20 PM
Ok, I actually just went and READ that eat babies link - wow, really? Um, um...I'm, uh, hoping that's satire? I think it is, right? Posted by: rachel (again!) at August 25, 2006 1:42 PM
I think you're trying to make up for ten weeks of not commenting, is what I think. ;) No, I'm not planning on telling her that barbies are ugly, just taking some time to point out lots of things that are beautiful and look nothing like barbie. Posted by: Andrea at August 25, 2006 1:56 PM
I thought she was saying frilly=Barbielike. Barbie is innocent! Posted by: ~Macarena~ at August 25, 2006 2:02 PM
I think it's important with children not to overstate the point too much so much as provide lots of other examples of what you think is beautiful. Same way if you're trying to teach your child to eat healthy you probably won't keep a lot of sugary snacks in the house but you aren't going to be monitoring every bit of cake that goes into her mouth at a birthday party either. I mean, it's way too early for her to go all teenager, "Well, if it makes my mom unhappy that I like Barbie, I'm going to dye my hair platinum blonde and talk about how hard math is!" but her understanding of Barbie should be more about why Barbie is a sketchy influence in and of itself and not how it personally makes you feel. Posted by: snafooey at August 25, 2006 3:35 PM
"A modest proposal" was one of the texts in my Standard Grade English exam. I thought it was hilarious (and sad) at 16 but I don't know if everyone got it. Posted by: Emily at August 25, 2006 4:15 PM
Barbie! Ugh! My son has the same problem with "princess"-- Mommy, you look like a princess. When I had my eye surgeries this summer, I was told that I was "too uguly" too be a princess. I found this very hurtful and scary. My husband and I *never* talk about things/people being ugly or about princesses being pretty, or much about beauty in general, except for things in nature. I haven't said anything to the daycare providers. To be honest, since my kid is the one most likely to bite the other children and throw blocks, I don't really feel I'm in a strong position to complain. And I doubt that Miss Jan is the one telling them that princesses are pretty, etc. Even at 3, the playground is influencing his cultural identifications. Yikes! Posted by: kris at August 25, 2006 8:13 PM
Aaah, barbie and princess! My little cousin (4 years old) absolutely loves Barbie and the whole Disney princess idea. She is such a smart little girl, but I worry about this, especially since one of her parents is very fundamentalist. My solution? When I'm over and playing with her I invent stories with the Barbies that involve more adventure than Ken's and change the stories to have independent and confident princesses... now, this may not be as much of a concern given that you are obviously providing a very different home environment for Frances, but it always gives me a kick to play out new storylines, and my cousin gets curious about what's happening and will start inventing a new story with me. Posted by: epi at August 25, 2006 9:50 PM
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