Another blog post, another blog post without photos. Sigh ...
I had a very interesting conversation at our Sunday school 4th of July bash last night. It all started when my friend's little girl launched into a very dramatic speech on how her daddy said she couldn't wear a bikini. In fact she said that she hadn't worn a bikini "in her whole life" (she's 6). That led to a discussion on, if we do allow our little ones to wear bikinis, at what age do we stop it. That led us to the topic of "the magic age".
Growing up in my house, there was a magic age for everything. Can't cut your hair until third grade (for reals). Can't go to "sleep camp" until you are 9. Can't date until your 16 ( for really reals). I didn't get my ears pierced until I was 11!
So, we started talking about what our magic ages were for our kids. Some said they couldn't pierce their ears until 7, some said 5, some were contemplating piercing their babies' ears. Others said no more two pieces after kindergarten, some said upper elementary.
No boyfriends until Junior high, some didn't care, some said college! (I think they were joking.)
What was most interesting to me was that while we all get along pretty well, I don't think there were any two people who were of one mind on all things. There was no "magic age" that we could all agree upon.
For the record, our girls can:
pierce their ears - when they ask and are old enough to take care of their ears themselves
wear bikinis - there's no need, there are plenty of other cute options to choose from (Except for Eliza, because that girl in a bikini is pretty cute)
date - daddy says never, mommy says it depends on how well she knows the boy's parents
I realize that these issues are not super important, but it was kinda fun to think about. :)