o k k i d s it’s story time with Damien
so it’s my younger cousin’s birthday today, and I fly out to see @jaegerhugs tomorrow morning. My cousin is 8 and obsessed with Tangled. But not in the way everyone assumes. He wants to be Rapunzel. Yah, adorable right?
So I took him to the Disney store from my flat before I travel home later today. It’s pretty busy in there, parents and kids all over (I’m 5′3″ and look about 11 if I didn’t have my piercings in, so I don’t look like a parent at all) and, ofc, he gravitates straight to the Tangled section. There’s two little girls there with their mothers, and he’s kinda floating a distance away, looking at the dresses and biting his nails. I keep telling him to go on, pick a dress and let’s try it on, but he keeps shaking his head a lot. I let him wander round the store, and he finds a Tangled cup with Rapunzel and her mother on the front (cue the most adorable excited squealing from him ever), and he keeps looking, I reckon hoping that the mothers and their kids would move on eventually. We end up stood in the middle of the shop like a right couple of lemons, and he’s still looking to where the two girls are. I ask him why he doesn’t wanna go try a dress on, and he says
“Because those girls will think I’m weird.”
Oh nonononono. Cousin Damien will be having none of that pish. I told him to stay put and wandered over, looking through the dresses. One of the girls looks up at me and goes “You want to be Rapunzel?”
“I do,” I tell this confused little creature, “But looks like they don’t have my size. Shame, she’s a very badass princess.”
this girl’s face lights the fuck up and she launches into, literally, an analytical spiel about how awesome Rapnuzel is, and how she’s her favourite along with Merida and Mulan because she’s so cool and fights for what she wants.
“boys don’t usually like Princesses” is the next line
oh BOI here we go.
I just smile, nod, and say “Well I like princesses very much, and so does my cousin.”
he’s kinda tiptoed over at this point, and is shyly looking out from behind me, terrified that this little girl is about to react the same and be like bah you can’t like princesses here have this
OH NO NO NO MY FRIENDOS. This wonderful child shrieks in delight and combs the railings for a dress that looks like it might fit my cousin. She picks the right size mind you, which is impressive because most days I can’t figure out the leg to the waist of a pair of trousers, and hands it to him. he’s a giddy, grinning mess at this point, probably on the verge of tears, and this little girl grabs his hand, announces to her mother that they’re going to try on the dresses, and pulls him away
awkward, because I’m now left with the mother, but she’s smiling from ear to ear and tells me “he’d get along great with my son, though he’s more of an elsa fan”
I see so much about how older generation parents try to wrangle gender conformity into kids, but she’s the most woke mum I’ve met in a while, and it makes me happy that, someday, I’ll be raising kids the same way :)