I have hit a low moment in parenting. I was the person who, before having kids, said I would never buy my daughter Barbies and I would never buy my son guns. I remember exactly where I was. It was 2002 and Chris and I were on a trip through France with our friends Nicola and Paul. We were making dinner at our little B&B in the Loire Valley overlooking the vineyards. I stated my claim about no Barbies because they mess with little girls images of themselves, and no guns because they promote violence. Nicola firmly agreed that barbies and guns are ridiculous. Paul mentioned that when he was young pretty much all he did was play with his guns. It is so easy to have parenting opinions and pass judgement on other people’s parenting practices when you don’t have kids isn’t it?
I caved with the barbies years ago. Come on, Barbies are just a part of American culture, whether we like it or not. My girls don’t love Barbies, but over the years we have received enough Barbies to inhabit their own Barbie Town, population 50. I have the cars, furniture and even the Barbie mansion. Many of the Barbies are missing their heads or limbs and some have been peed on outside by my wonderful dog (WTF Wednesday).
For the past two months Preston has been asking me incessantly for this Zerg gun that he saw at the Disney Store in the mall. I didn’t know anything about it other than Preston was very passionate about it. Being that he is my only boy and somewhat spoiled, I bought him the Zerg gun last Sunday.
It is disturbing. First of all, you have to cock it and it shoots like a real gun. I didn’t know this when I bought it. It has these green foam balls that you load like bullets and when you pull the trigger they shoot out very powerfully. He has been firmly warned that if he shoots his sisters he will get his Zerg gun taken away indefinitely. So far he has not shot his sisters with the green ball bullets. Secondly, he calls it his gun. I don’t really like the word gun being used in my house, but I have yet to find a better word for this contraption.
Preston takes this Zerg gun everywhere he goes. It it is the best thing that has happened to him in a long time. Am I promoting violence or is this part of a boy’s life, like the Barbie or dolls are part of a girls life? Feel free to leave your opinion.
Watch out Arnold, there is a new Terminator in town.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.