
Since I live far away from most of my family (my sister lives near me) and my husband isn't Vietnamese, I try to expose Sophia to as much of my culture as possible. Thankfully, the DC area has a large Vietnamese population so food is easy to find.
Yesterday we attended a local
Tết Festival. Tết is the name of Vietnamese Lunar Year. (Everyone calls it Chinese New Year, which is really annoying since other cultures celebrate it too. But I digress) Tết is a fun celebration. You get to wear new clothes, eat great food, and the best part, you get special red packets of money from your elders, called
lì xì. At the festival we were able to buy
bánh mi, egg rolls, and the lucky new year
bánh chưng. All comfort foods for me and newly loved foods for my husband and daughter
. YUM!
My mom even bought a traditional
áo dài for Sophia to wear. For the Adorable Kids Contest. That's right. Adorable Kids Contest, cash prize of $50! Sounds fun and innocent enough right? So we registered for the contest, got our number tag (#12), and waited offstage for our turn. All the kids had to do was walk on stage and answer a few questions.
What is your name? How old are you? Did you want to sing or show off your dress?
Sophia is a natural performer. If she sees a stage, she'll jump up and put on a show. She was very excited to walk on stage (all by herself, she told me). She did a great job and was very adorable. She decided to sing one of her favorite Vietnamese songs. Everyone laughed and applauded. She loved it! My mommy brain thought, oooh, she might have a chance at winning.
I guess I was a bit too naive about the "contest." It really was a mini-pageant. There were 4 and 5 year olds wearing make-up along with their áo dài. They even had props! Who knew carrying a basket of fake fruit made a kid more adorable? One girl even recited a long philosophical poem in Vietnamese! I doubt the 5 year old even understood what she was saying.
Don't forget the stage moms! As we waited, there are harshly whispered coaching (in Vietnamese of course).
Smile! Don't step on your dress. Hold your fruit basket on the side so they can see your pretty dress. Don't step on your dress!There were only 4 or 5 stage moms out of the 20 kids in the contest. Was I out of my element? I just wanted Sophia to have fun. Costumes? Props? Poetry? Thank good nothing had been choreographed.
Ever since Sophia was born, many people (strangers too) have told us to put her in modeling. DH and I decided that if she wants to model, she can decided when she's old enough to make a good decision. Participating in this contest reaffirms our decision. Even at 4 & 5, even 3, I think kids can totally sense that how they look to others is more important when they are in pageants (or "adorable contests"). Even more important than what their moms think. The judges decide if you are adorable or not.
That's too young for a child to evaluate her self-worth. Especially girls. What are we teaching our children by putting them in pageants? Your cuteness is what matters? Who cares if you're smart, artistic or can create the Eiffel Tower with your blocks? What does it teach our boys? Girls should be put on display and judged by their looks? I know that it's prevalent in our culture, but why not take these early years and instill in our children confidence and self-love?
Everywhere we go, people stop and tell Sophia (or me) how beautiful she is. They gush even. I've been teaching her to reply, "I'm smart too." Now she gets so excited when she learns something new. She runs to me, proudly proclaiming "I'm so smart mama!" I know that might change when she's a teenager, but I'm laying down the foundation now so it'll be easier for her.
Sophia didn't win the contest, but she had no idea it was contest. She just wanted to sing and dance on stage, especially since there was a large audience for her. Guess who won? Not the girl with the fake fruit. The one who recited the long philosophical poem. And though there were other biracial contestants there, why did I get the feeling that Sophia never had a chance? But that's another blog post.
One girl even recited a poem in Vietnamese! I doubt the 5 year old even understood what she was saying.