Super Girl burst into our lives in a profusion of pink. When we drove our adopted children down to our home for the first time, we had in the back of the car, a pink scooter, pink bike, pink toy computer, pink tea set, pink clothes, all packed in a pink suitcase. Pink, pink, pink. But the obsession with pink and princesses is now over.
Our daughter, Super Girl, has over the course of this year, transformed, transfigured, trans-morphed. Pink is out, and it’s all about cars, trains, skateboards and monkey bars.
- Her favourite colour was pink, now it is blue. Everything I must buy for her must be blue. (Previously it’s been purple, red and yellow.)
- She loves cars. She and Wonder Boy have a game where they have to name the make and model of a car they pass by. She knows her Peugeots from her Fiats from her Mercedes, Minis, and Mazdas. Extra points if you spot a Hummer.
- When Frozen came out, she didn’t want to be Elsa or Ana, she loved Olaf. She stood her ground when other kids teased her about bringing her Olaf cuddly toy to school. Don’t call me a baby!
- She loves trains. For her birthday she wanted a train set. “Really, you want a train set? What about that Hello Kitty thing-um-y-whats-it you wanted or that My Little Pony-thingumby-bob?” Nope she was adamant. She wanted a train set. And that’s what she’s got. After our last trip to London, we found a old Hornby train set lurking at Granny’s house. It’s got a new lease of life in Paris, hours are now spent watching the train whizz around on its tracks.
- She was not happy when she was given pink Lego Friends. Super girl was super grumpy “I just want Lego, not pink Lego.” Why does Lego have to be for boy or girls? Lego is just Lego.
- She is wearing her big brother’s hand-me downs, his old jeans, t-shirts and hoodies fill her cupboard. The pretty, pink frilly stuff has been bagged up, and is waiting to find a new home.
- She can rides her skateboard like a pro. She isn’t quite as fast as Wonder Boy, but she’s giving him a good run for his money.
- She’s mastered the monkey bars in the playground, I’m envious of her upper body strength.
- She prefers to play with boys, “They are much more fun, Mummy.”
- She’s taken up African drumming, and a drum on this year’s Christmas list.
Super Girl has decided this on her own with no influence from me. She’s a tough cookie, she’s her own person who knows her own mind.
You don’t mess with Super Girl. And I’m kinda delighted and proud.