My daughter loves Rainbows. She says it is her favourite of all the activities she does because they do ‘games and making stuff’. ‘Making stuff’ is pretty much her favourite thing to do.
But that’s not the reason I love Rainbows. I love Rainbows for this certificate. It has a veritable, er, rainbow of girls on it. Every minority group is catered for. I just know if I could see those girls’ legs, one of them would be in a wheelchair.
There’s an Afro-Caribbean girl and an Asian girl. There are three white girls and one of them has ginger hair – they are a much-ignored minority. There is a brown-haired girl (I reckon she would be the one in the wheelchair!) and then there she is…
The image of beautiful long blonde-haired perfection. You just know her eyes would be blue if they weren’t just dots of black ink. How cliched, how stereotypical. But, wait, not so fast…
That girl isn’t perfect – she’s wearing glasses! She may have long, blonde hair, but in the world of 6 year old girls, she is a minority too. Just like the Black girl, the Asian girl and the ginger girl.
That girl is my daughter. Beautifully, imperfectly perfect. My daughter has long, blonde hair like Rapunzel. She might be a bit of a cliche of perfect little girl beauty. But she wears glasses.
My daughter is beautiful inside and out. The glasses are an imperfection, but they are the imperfection that makes her perfect to me. Her glasses, along with her glowing smile and her long hair make her stand out in a crowd. They make her just a little bit different.
And that’s why I love Rainbows. For showing that not all 6 year old girls are the same. They could have ticked enough ‘minority’ boxes without the glasses, but they didn’t.
They celebrate little girls in all their beautiful colours – good eyesight and bad. They make it OK to be different.