She was inconsolable. The tears were streaming down her face, a highlight was palpalable: “I don’t wish to President, we wish to be me!” Satya shrieked, her small small face red with worry.
This one was on me. we had laid out a honeyed small “Future President” t-shirt, finish with a tutu and a span of Doc Martens. It was #toddlerswag, #outfitgoals and whatever else moms many cooler than me would call it.
But there was no approach Satya, my roughly three-years-old with a daily formula red spin sass alert, was going to take this quietly. She has no goal of ever being POTUS (despite her repute for carrying around both an Obama and HRC doll) and she wasn’t going to put on a t-shirt that pronounced otherwise. It was fake promotion and she knew it.
Toddlers are weirdos. One notation they are all in, lapping adult all we say, unresolved on any word like you’re their personal Buddha. But, usually when we get comfortable, they spin on you, rejecting it all. It’s burdensome though also hysterical. This child was melting down over a sparkly t-shirt.
But we know, we don’t censure her. We review a lot, chatting about a small lessons tucked divided in the stories. We speak about all arrange of things, even things that seems uncomfortable or out of reach. So, as we get dressed any morning, we speak about a garments she’s wearing, too. Stories are what we internalize, though what we wear—even for a littlest ladies—are what we’re raised to a world. (Even Ava Duvernay knows there’s energy in dogmatic your intentions—she wore a “I Am My Ancestors’ Wildest Dream” tip progressing this week for her initial day of filming A Wrinkle in Time.)
Look, many of a time there are no low life lessons in a clothes, though they do yield another approach to bond with any other and a people around us. Sometimes we discuss about a cats on her pants and if they are friends with a dogs on her boots (she’s violent about animals, it’s genetic) or we have a giggle over pairing a dinosaur T-shirt with a tutu, vocalization usually in “dino roars” for a generation of a travel to school.
But a many fun is what happens when we put a matter tee and resolutely announce to any other and to a universe what we’re about and a intentions for a day. we tell her what a shirt says, what it means, and off we go. (We wore Otherwild’s “The Future is Female” t-shirts—25 percent of sales advantage Planned Parenthood, btw—to a polls.) And quite in these tough days after a election, they are as many a sign to a girls as they are to their mamas to keep on gripping on. To organize, to attend and, above all, to design to be reputable and to honour others, even when we disagree.
Sure, we get a whole “I’m putting my beliefs on her” criticism—she’s a vegetarian who wears tops that say, “The Future is Female”, “Every Girl is a Super Hero” or “Kind a new Cool”. But when we’re articulate about affability and lady power, well, we gamble your donkey we am. In fact, I’ll gamble a residence on it. As for that “Future President” tee, we gave it away. we had to. Because that’s a thing about lifting a legit small feminist, she’s going to have opinions and she’s going to direct to be heard.