I love a good fairytale as much as the next girl.
But what I encountered this week was nothing short of a nightmare.
The scene of this fright show? My local Halloween store.
It wasn’t the abundance of ghouls and goblins that had my palms sweaty and my heart pounding wildly.
My terror materialized in the middle of the “Tween” aisle.
I was on a mission to find a costume for my 12-year-old daughter.
She wanted to be Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Sounds innocent enough.
Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that dear, sweet Dorothy had undergone a transformation that would make Aunie Em’s hair stand on end.
And if Goldilocks had shown up in the outfit I saw, Mama and Papa would have done well to cover Baby Bear’s eyes.
And let me repeat. These costumes are.for.tweens.
False advertising, anyone?
I found a worker and expressed my disgust. She showed me a couple of other costumes, but finally sighed and admitted, “There’s really not much. I have two teenage daughters. We have this battle every year."
I reluctantly settled on a "Little Red Riding Hood" costume that could undergo some "modest-fication."
This was not a popular choice with my daughter: "I'll look like a nun compared to everyone else!"
The sad truth? She's right. Our sexualized society had done a brilliant job of pedaling the lie that innocence is a childish liability, best discarded as soon as possible. It promises a fairytale, but delivers a nightmare.
This deception makes us feel that we're at war with the world and with our girls. A friend with a young daughter recently told me, “We have to protect them from themselves. They don’t understand the value of their innocence.”
But we do. And although we can't control the ending, God gives us the responsibility to shape the storyline despite the conflict.
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Ephesians 6:12