Wrekehavoc is having the tough talks with her preteen daughter about body image, cheerleaders, and competition. I do not envy her and dread the day when I'm the mom in that scenario.
I said this in a comment on her blog, but I want to be sure to remember it for future reference:
One of the most comforting things my mother ever said to me (because these are conversations mothers and daughters have had since the beginning of time, eh?) was that those girls who are concerned primarily with hair ribbons and cheerleading will go on to lead very, very dull lives, and probably never leave the hometowns that have been so comfortable to them. They will do all their dating in high school with boring high school boys and probably be married shortly after graduating. The smart ones, the outsiders, the dorks (and you know I’m talking about myself here — TOTAL dork) will travel and write and create and form friendships and experience love and a life that is richly varied and beautiful.
Totally sappy, but on the whole totally true.
I wonder if that will reassure my kids, the idea that comfort is the enemy of progress. That's Marxism, right? Yeah, I get all my best parenting tips from the commies.