Modesty

Three days ago I was standing in the toy aisle(s) at Target,  looking to buy a Barbie for my girls.  I was frustrated at the apparent immodesty of Barbie's swimsuit collection, only bikini's.  I decided against buying them one because it didn't fit with what I thought was appropriate.  

So then I asked the girls to bring their Barbies from their dad's house to my house so we could play.  I realized tonight when I walked by them that there are two bikini clad Barbies on my floor.  They must have been the ones their grandma gave them for Christmas.  I feel frustrated because I am not there to filter what my kids see/do.  Then I feel silly because in the big scheme of things, it is, after all, only a bathing suit.  

Then I decided that I was right the first time.  I have a definite sense of what I think is good for my girls and I need to stick with my gut.  I'm thinking the two Barbies in question might go visit the top shelf of my bedroom.  Then after they are forgotten they will go bye bye. 

Call me crazy.  I like to think that I'm the protector of my daughter's innocence and purity.  God gave me that job and I take it seriously.  I'm the MOM and that's what I do.