Did I care? No! Did I let her go out like this...of course!
Having said that (my new favorite phrase for so many reasons), I get so irritated by the little divas this world seems to be producing. Or maybe it's the parents producing it...either way...chicken or the egg.
In my experience, little divas grow up to be big divas. Big divas have a hard life. Nothing is ever good enough for them, their bodies, their homes, their husbands.
So why are we teaching our girls to never be satisfied, to be obsessed with their looks, and not be good friends...hmmm. Is it so mom can feel satisfied that her daughter is dressed better than her friends so that makes mom feel like she's a better mom...I don't know really. I don't buy into that. My proof is in the pudding. Its how she behaves for others, how she shares, how she learns, how she respects adults. To me this is way more important than a big bow in her hair.
I don't know about you, but I'm too busy teaching my girls important things, more than how to match your bow, skirt, socks, purse and whatever else they feel they need to adorn themselves with. I don't have time to waste on nonsense. Maybe it's just me.
A handful of months ago Mia and I got our feelings hurt by a little diva and mother of the diva. Someone who was supposed to be a dear friend of mine. I've thought so much about this diva syndrome since then. I was almost made to feel put down because my Mia wasn’t a little diva like the rest. After all, diva is the new cool in six year olds right?