You know who you are. You're the woman running through American Girl saying "I'm SO glad I have boys!" And you're the sales associate in *okay, I'll be nice & not give your store name* who said "wow, thank goodness I have a boy!"
You know what? You stink. You stink & you're mean. Who the H would say something like that within earshot of A GIRL?!! My girl, to be specific.
So you stink, you're mean & guess what? I think you're a big ol' pootie-head. Which is what my husband calls me when I'm being well, a pootie head.
As the mom of a girl, I happen to love them. I love the obsession with all things pink even if means I have to be the bad guy & insist that there IS a limit on the number of pink items our house can old.
I love that my daughter gets all squealy & giggly. Didn't you do that when you were, you know, A GIRL yourself? You know you did.
I love when I'm getting ready to go somewhere & Sunshine will come into my bathroom & ask if she can put on a little lip gloss or a little perfume. I love blow drying her hair & planting a little kiss on the nape of her neck. I love that she's just as excited by Bonne Bell Strawberry Lip Balm as I am.
I love that she insists that she has her own "fashion" & when she runs into her room to add a necklace or bracelet.
It thrills me to no end when she dances or does little gymnastics moves. I know she's at the age where the gymnastics bug is biting. I swear, if I could get the kid to watch ice skating with me, she'd be perfect. I nearly burst with pride when she said she wanted a pink Boston Red Sox hat & a Red Sox tervis tumbler.
I love that we can take Girls Only trips together. Or have a girls afternoon---go to lunch, get mani/pedis, get our hair cut, etc. I love when she tries on high heels & works the cat walk in the middle of the TJ Maxx shoe department.
Does your son do that? Probably not as you'd stroke out if your son wanted a mani/pedi. Or if he insisted on getting the Hello Kitty Sleep Mask from the end cap in Target.
I'm not down on boys---I'm married to one. I love boys. Well, I love MY boy. Man. You know what I mean. But I don't get the never ending "I'm so glad I have a boy!" spiel I hear from some moms of boys. It's smug & it's meant as a put down.
Who do these women think their precious princes are going to marry?? GIRLS, that's who!
I'm really glad you're happy with your child. I'm really happy with mine.
You know, because she's a GIRL!
I love all my boys and was thrilled I had one girl. I did not get all my girl fun done with her and am soooo grateful she had two girls for me to do girl stuff with. I don't think my son would like me doing that with his three boys. I also love my son-in-law who said he was excited he had girls instead of boys because "I was one", meaning he still remembers all the stuff he did. Not only do his girls like girly stuff but they like to hunt and fish and drive the tractor. Anyone who comments like the lady in the store did needs to get a grip. Neither sex is better than the other really, just different. She better be careful of being glad she has boys. They are just as expensive as girls especially if they play sports.
ReplyDeleteHahaha! (not laughing at the rudeness, just at how relatable this is) OMG. OK. Confession----when I had ONLY a boy, I used to think the same thing, "Sooooo glad I don't have a GIRL!" What would I do with one? I'm not a girly girl AT ALL. I'm the jeans and t-shirt girl who wore white Nikes with the red swoosh, Levi's 501 jeans (remember when they were only $14.99 a pair at Miller's Outpost?), and t-shirts of all types all through high school.
ReplyDeleteWas I a tomboy? No, because I'm not athletic, and when the teachers made people choose teams for P.E., I was NEVER picked unless my best friend was team captain, and I always wound up going to whichever team was left after the last person was chosen.
I didn't like playing with dolls, didn't like wearing dresses, yadda yadda yadda. So, when my son was born, I was all, "Cool. Lego bricks instead of Barbies! Right on!"
Now that I have a girl, she is much like Sunshine. She is a girl's girl all the way. When she was two, she found her first tutu in Marshall's, and I was MORTIFIED. "Mama? Dis? Dis? (baby jabber, baby jabber) Dis?" All the while holding it up for me to see. I said, "Do you want to try that on?" She nodded her head, we put it on over her clothes, and that was it. It came home with us.
She likes to try on all the high heels in the shoe department, and if it's got sparkles on it, it's pretty, even when it's not.
We have to do her hair in some princess style or another. It's not just a French braid, it's Rapunzel hair. It's not just the front of her hair pulled back in a pony tail with the rest hanging down, it's Belle hair. A pony with a headband is Jasmine hair. We also wear Boo hair, Tiana hair, Tinkerbell hair, Cinderella hair, Sleeping Beauty hair, and Jessie hair. Oh, and Alice in Wonderland hair, which is basically the same as Snow White hair, but we cannot interchange the names.
Even though I don't understand her fascination with this stuff, it's pretty fun to watch her lose herself in it, even though I could have written "Cinderella Ate My Daughter," by Peggy Orenstein.
If you had told me a few years ago that I would be waiting two days in a row at Disneyland, for an hour+ both days, to see PRINCESSES so my little girl could get a picture with them, and that I'd also wait 45 minutes to meet Tinkerbell, I would have laughed until I couldn't breathe. But this past April,that's exactly what we did. In addition to that, we waited another 30 minutes for a special show to take place during which the little girls in the audience get to DANCE with the princesses.
What else can we do but embrace it even though some of us throw up in our mouths a little when we do? LOL
It's terrible when people have to VOICE mean stuff, though, especially at our kids. Why does a stranger think it's OK to be so rude, and to a CHILD? Clearly, these people know NOTHING of childhood development, and it's not rude to point that out, BTW. It won't spare YOUR child, but it may spare the NEXT one because people are consistently mean, so if Sunshine heard something she shouldn't have, it's a guarantee that same person shares her opinion with other kids. "Wow, you clearly never studied childhood development, and you have CHILDREN? I'm so sorry for them."
I'm lucky that Sunshine is a girly girl who's not afraid to get dirty. She'll outrun almost any boy in her class--it's usually done in a skirt/dress & sparkly shoes. She'll thrown down with legos, playing in the dirt, collecting rocks, etc. Much like her mom who was ALL about Barbie but could climb to the top of any tree as a child.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was pregnant I'd tell people we didn't care what we had so long as it was healthy. Honestly, I'd have been just as happy with a little boy. No, I wouldn't have a partner for my girly ventures but that's okay. I'd have what I started out wanting---a healthy child.
And SERIOUSLY, you say something like that in front of someone's child?????