I was at a party with a bunch of moms today, and one of them asked Little Miss, “How did you get to be so pretty?”
She said: “I don’t know, I just grew up and I was beautiful!”
And humble.
Wow. I knew we were in trouble with this one.
a December 15th, 2009
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I am so pretty
December 15, 2009 by Wendy
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It’s all about the hair
December 15, 2009 by Wendy
Last night, Twin A was doing one of her American Girl quizzes with Little Miss about what she will be when she grows up. When all her answers pointed to “movie star,” I said, “Wow! Do you want to be a movie star?” wondering if she even knew what a movie star was. (Are there any movie stars anymore anyway?)
“Yeah,” she said, “but I’d rather be a mom. I just want to be a mom.”
“Awwww,” the twins and I said in unison. That is so sweet to hear and reinforcement that it really is OK to be “just a mom” sometimes.
Then she went on with her plans:
“I’m going to have two kids and their names are going to be Ashley and Sabannah.” (I’m pretty sure she meant “Savannah,” a name that occasionally comes up in the twins’ chatter about school. But Sabannah’s a cute name, too.)
“But what if you have boys?” I asked. “Then what would you name them?”
She looked at me like I had just told her that Santa wasn’t coming to town.
“I only want them to be girls,” she said.
“But what if God gives you boys? Then what?” I asked.
“Well, then I will tell you that I wanted them to be girls,” she said, matter-of-factly.
“And what will I do?”
“You would return them,” she said.
I, the queen of returning due to my indecisiveness, wasn’t at all surprised at her answer.
“You can’t just return a baby like it’s something you return to a store,” I explained.
“Oh.”
And that was that. I think I squelched her dream of being a mom.
It’s not that she doesn’t like boys, even though she’s growing up in an estrogen-drenched household. It’s all about the hair. She loves long hair. In her mind, if a woman has short hair, she’s a “lady,” and if a woman has long hair, she’s a “girl,” no matter how old they are.
I am a girl. That’s good, because I’m not ready to be a lady.
Her grandmothers are “ladies,” the twins’ teachers are “ladies,” but the weathered Safeway cashier with the long gray hair is a “girl.”
The only problem with this hair thing is only people with long hair can give her a bath or wipe her bottom. Which means there are tears and sometimes constipation when I’m not around to do those things for her.
Sometimes I think, what if I lose my hair due to illness or a fire or something, then what? Or even if I want to get a shorter hairstyle, for goodness sake!
“What if I had no hair sometime, or short hair? Would you still love me?” I asked her recently.
“Um, a little bit. I’ll say a little, OK?”
Ouch.
This is one phase I hope she outgrows soon. Either that, or she’d better hope that Fabio is available when she’s ready to start dating.
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