A Silly Tea Party
While I often wonder, what, exactly is going through the minds of my children I have come to realize it is probably best if I just don't know. Here they are dressed in "tea party" regalia.
On Becoming
When my daughter was born, a new person was born inside of me. One that thought a lot more about what it meant to be other, outside, and different. I had lived my whole life inside the comfortable confines of being a middle class white person. Sure, my parents struggled and lived on the fringes of consumerism. We had enough, but only just. My dad worked hard, my mom worked hard, and we got by with enough. I never spent a whole lot of time considering what not enough looks like. I had what I needed, I never went hungry, and my parents provided toys and movies and other entertainments that are the hallmark of what we might consider American life. But, when my daughter came to us with a complicated background, this new person inside me started to wonder. Why were circumstances for others so different from my own? How would her life be different with another family? What if her birth mother had decided a different path? These questions, and lots of others, were pushed and enlarg
Comments
-Joshy could not find his tea party sword (perhaps hidden by the Diva);
-Joshy was forbidden to bring the sword (or action figure/boy doll) to the photo shoot;
-The expected sword/gun/action figure was already saving Joshy's place at the table and keeping puppies from stealing his cookies;
-There is a baby suit involved in the girlie party garb;
-At least 3 other pairs of shoes were tried out with the outfit before the final walk down the red carpet shown;
-There is nail polish in the handbag for an after tea activity.
If only there were Lego tea party items - not the minifigure size ones!