Just wondering.
Posted: January 23, 2007 Filed under: Uncategorized 10 Comments »
Here I am at my first formal event, my aunt’s wedding. Isn’t the dress great? I love the headband. I even remember loving the headband then! My mom made the dress; I think it was the prettiest dress in the entire world. Even prettier than my wedding dress, but that’s a story for another day.
I was never a girlie girl. I’m still not. I’ve heard stories of putting on new Danskin pants, going outside and coming back minutes later with ripped knees. I remember sitting up high in the weeping willow tree behind our house. Actually, there were three trees and my brother, sister and I each claimed one as our own. Mine was the best one. Of course.
I don’t climb trees anymore. But I do lift weights and drive stick-shift and I have my motorcycle license. I took flying lessons. (I didn’t finish – passed the written test but was way to pregnant to finish my airtime at the time. And now, boy is it pricey! One day, maybe!?)
Much of my life, more of my friends were boys than girls. Boys were less cryptic. More direct. I always understood what they meant. Does that make sense?
I’m lucky to be the mother of boys. I get them. I don’t have to deal with Polly Pockets and Barbies or barrettes and tights. And I can smile quietly to myself when I hear friends talk about their daughters becoming tweens.
But occasionally, like when I uncovered this photo, I wonder. Am I missing something really special? Would it be (horrors) actually fun to go into Claire’s? To go to ballet recitals? To paint a room pink?
I’ll never know.
Love the headband! And it makes TOTAL sense
It’s actually more fun to take your granddaughters shopping. But let’s not rush that.
You are as pretty now as you were then. I loved that dress too.
Mom
My son is so much easier, he says what he means. The girls are 13, 12 & 8. Drama, Drama, Drama.
I’m with your mom….someday you’ll surely have an adorable granddaughter to spoil
You can always borrow Kate, and when you’ve had enough, send her back to Kris…until you have your granddaughters. I wouldn’t trade mine for anything. Whining, pouting and all!
Paula L.
I ripped so many pants as a “tomboy” that my mother put all my NEW pants on me backwards so I got at least one wear out of them before she had to put patches on them. No Kidding.
Claires? I send SkippyHusband with the girls and sit in the bar and have a coke. Not for love, money or an 8 lb bass could you drag me in that store.
Still the Porcupine LOVES to fish…[thank god!] and I have two sons…so all is well with the world…
Love the post!
I once told my best friend I didn’t know what I would do if I ever had a son. I’m couldn’t imagine raising a boy that wasn’t a feminist, loved to ride horses and sit with a good book. She told me that I would raise a wonderful feminist son. And she was right.
I suspect it would be the same thing as you. A daughter of yours would like to run and play games, join the basketball team, take long walks to look at the leaves and tell all the other kindergardeners why this or that commerical was poorly done. The only difference is that when prom time comes around you’ll shop for a dress instead of a tux.
And your mom’s right, that’s what granddaughters (and nieces) are for.
next time you get the urge to dress up a little girl or take one shopping, you can have kate. all day. heck, all week.
And with the “one-of-each”, I’ll never know what it’s like to have 2 girls. Or 2 boys. All we can experience is just one scenario. While we may wonder what it would have been like if it had been different, and wonder if maybe we’re missing something, well, the bottom line is, we ARE missing out on what we don’t experience. But we fully love and appreciate what we do have, and don’t wish for it any other way! (And, by the way, out-growing Claire’s — horrors!– was cause for celebration!!)
–Laurie
I’ll let you borrow my 9-year-old daughter. (maybe it’ll be a shidduch for your son!) She’s more of a girly-girl than I ever was or ever will be. She can teach you loads of stuff, in fact more than you ever need to know about being a girl. She’s teaching me…
Love the pic. You really haven’t changed much at all.
Yeah, I was like you too. I hated wearing dresses too. And, I am finding my Branch is alot “easier” than my Blossom. The Branch is pretty nuts and bolts (eat, sleep, play, climb), while I never really know what the Blossom wants…