For as long as I can remember, if you asked Amy what she wanted to be when she grew up she would answer that she was going to be a farmer. This started as “Feeding cows” when she was just two and has developed into a full blown obsession with cows and wanting to be a dairy farmer when she’s older.
Amy and I were chatting about it again this morning, I asked her what she was going to be when she grows up and she told me,
I’m going to be the farmer’s wife
I was gutted.
I explained to her that she can be the farmer, she can be the boss, she can be the one who looks after the cows. I told her she can do whatever job she wants to do and that there aren’t boy jobs or girl jobs.
She went on to tell me that she wants to be a Mummy, so we talked about how you can still be a Mummy and do jobs too – that she can be a Mummy and still look after cows if she wants to.
But it made me sad, that at not quite 4 years old, society is already imposing it’s ideals and expectations on my baby girl – intentionally or not. I’m sure that at no point has anybody actually told her she can’t be a farmer because she’s a girl – but somewhere along the line, she’s picked that up and decided that because she’s a girl, that means she has to be the farmer’s wife.
We’ve come so far . . . but there’s still such a long way to go.
Little girl, my little star – you can be whatever you want to be, don’t ever let anyone else dull your sparkle and impose their expectations on you. If you want to be a dairy farmer then grab the bull by the horns (!) and do it. Equally if you want to be a stay at home Mummy then that’s your choice. Nobody else gets to have a say.