When Eldest was very young, she liked to wear pretty things. Like all girls do. We’re talking flowers in her hair, dresses, frills, the works. I loved to take her shopping and dress her up. It was like having my own living doll. Which was awesome, because most of my dolls were Barbies that I bent in half to make into “guns”.
Then Hubby decided to take over. And the feminine little girl transmogrified into a snake-charming, target-killing, bug-loving, dirt-digging tomboy who, like her father, preferred the comfort of black clothing and jeans. My sphere of influence shrank into a miniscule ring the size of a penny almost overnight. I was crushed, but hey! At least I had Little One still in my so-called grip.That lasted…oh, about two weeks. Once she saw that Eldest had her own unique style, she too, was done with me.
So, imagine my surprise when Eldest asks me to take her shopping for new clothes. Now, normally I try to instill a bit of influence over what my kids wear. I am adamant about modesty, but have pretty much given up on the whole feminine thing with the girls, since every time I would try to get them in a dress I would get the inevitable eye roll accompanied by the always popular, “Moooom!!!”
Eldest: Mom, can you take me clothes shopping?
Me: Do you need jeans again??
Eldest: I want a new dress.
Eldest: Maybe some pretty tops to wear at school.
Me: You mean in other colors besides black, grey, or more black?
Eldest: *rolls eyes* Yes…
Me: LET’S GO!!!!!!!!
So, a dress, some tops, and heels later, she is enjoying her new look.
I don’t know how long it will last, but I will be enjoying it the whole time!! 😀