I stumbled across this photo on the Basically Anything That Is Awesome blog this morning:
A part of me can’t deny that this is one adorable kid. But unlike the blogger who first posted this image (“omg i can’t handle how cute this is…”) this photo bothers me. I feel the same thing when I see clothed kittens – uncomfortable and a little angry.
And before anyone starts, I’m not comparing this child to a kitten. But let’s face it – I’m sure, like the kittens, she didn’t choose that outfit. And, like the kittens, this child isn’t an accessory to be dressed up and paraded at her owner’s parent’s whim. Toddlers don’t need to be worrying about high heels (Katie, I’m looking at you) or handbags or making sure their scarf matches their cardi. How can a child play on the swings with a handbag over her shoulder?
I’m not saying that kids should be clothed in potato sacks until their sixth birthday, and I have nothing against buying designer threads for little ones*. It’s only natural to want to give your children the best you can afford. But there’s something very wrong with forcing children to grow up by treating them as mini adults. Some of my best memories are of making mud pies with my little sisters in the back garden. We wore dungarees, got all grubby and had lots of fun.
Somehow I don’t think this little girl was on her way to the playground.
*But I never would. Do you have any idea how quick babies grow out of stuff?