That isn't to say that I've spent money on absurdly overpriced baby gear (anyone who's been around my house trips over the mostly second-hand baby gear), and I wouldn't consider taking Lily to one of these awful-sounding clubbing affairs, but I will admit that I complained (lightly, not bitterly) about the many pink outfits I received as gifts. I wanted Pop Tots dresses and for my babe to wear mini-versions of outfits I might select for myself.
But I don't hate pink. I never have. Come to think of it, I don't hate Pooh, and I don't turn my nose down on a toy with an Elmo image on it. Not to mention that decrying gifts bought with the generous dollars of my great friends and loving family is ungrateful. That's not a good example for Lily. And if I'm honest, I only protested, really, because I guess I thought other people would consider me a boring, conventional parent if I dressed my girl in lots of pink frillery and not something, well, hipper.
Parenting is work, no matter how hiply it’s dressed up. Kids don’t really fit into the kind of narrow, High Fidelity framework that we cultivated so carefully in our 20s. They fit into the most profound places in our lives, burrowing down deep where it matters, leading us toward selflessness, love, meaning. But they are not so great at processing the superficial. Kids will wear “iPooped” T-shirts, and they won’t mind, but they don’t really fit them.
My four-year-old son loves Spider-Man though he has never seen the movie, an obsession born entirely of schoolyard gossip. He doesn’t care about the KolKid retro-’50s alphabet cards I strung up in his bedroom. He wants to glue a picture of Spider-Man to his shabby chic vintage dresser. After those initial hazy months when they’re babies—essentially luggage you can dress up and place around the room—they start to sprawl. Quickly, they develop their own passions that may or may not have anything to do with their parents, or with the Andy Warhol impersonator who just wandered past my daughter.
Come to think of it, I can't wait for her to start exhibiting her passions. So far, her greatest passion is the laptop, and so far, we can share that. I do love this laptop.








