I was out shopping for a job one day needing to outfit a bunch of kids for a health care advertisement. I needed things on the cheap, so I was scouring Burlington Coat Factory.
As I was walking between the baby and toddler’s sections, IT caught my eye. Up on the top shelf above the clothes were the various child size toy home appliances. And I saw IT. A little pink plastic vanity.
Well, I just so happen to have a niece on the way and knew instantly that I wanted to buy it for her. But alas she hasn’t even been born yet, so it will be a while before it will be of any use, so I kept trucking on the shopping job and figured I would get it for her in a few years.
When I thought about it later, I started to have scruples about it. I can be a little overly PC on the treatment of little girls and putting too much pressure on them at such a young age to be pretty. As adults, we put plenty of pressure on ourselves to be attractive and do I really want to be a part of the bombardment of stimulus already thrown at her from every angle? Do I want to encourage my niece to spend more time on her outside than on her inside? As a little girl she should be developing her mind and encountering the world, not brushing her hair and putting on my sister’s perfume, right?
Then I remembered something that I had tucked away in my memory and long forgotten. My parents got me a vanity when I was in elementary school. I had completely forgotten! It was this little white wicker vanity that was part of a bedroom set complete with bed headboard and dresser drawers. I was instantly taken back to sitting in front of that vanity so early in the morning that the sun wasn’t even out yet, blow drying my hair and curling my bangs before I went to catch the bus. I must have been about 8 or 9 years old.
So I started thinking. I had my first vanity when I was a little girl. And I didn’t turn out half bad. I have a very healthy self image and like what I see in the mirror. I graduated cum laude, have developed and grown my own company and written a book, all by the age of 31. My little white wicker vanity did not undermine my development into a happy, stable adult. So my conclusion is……
I’M GOIN’ BACK AND GETTIN’ THAT VANITY FOR MY NIECE.