10.15.2006
Girls - Will be Girls!
Doodles has recently realized that she is beautiful.She is a beautiful girl. She stands out from the rest.
She just turned 11 this past July, and she is 5'6" tall, with a size 11 women's shoe. WOW! Tall & skinny - with the longest of legs.
Dark hair. Dark eyes. A real beauty. Naturally beautiful. Thick eyebrows. Long eyelashes. Full lips. A beautiful nose. Everything about her is beautiful.
And she just realized it.
For some reason she wants to experiment with her beauty. A tween thing? A girl thing?
She asked me how to use a curling iron. Oh GOD! I have been waiting for this day - like it is a right of passage or some strange mom and daughter unite kind of thing. Well, you know... I began curling my hair at her age.
It wasn't easy teaching her. I rather just do it myself, because I am such a perfectionist when it comes to hair. But I struggled with patience. I told her how to hold the handle. Wrap a small section of hair under the barrel. Release. And curl in the direction she wanted. It didn't work. I told her she could do it. To try again. We (she) did. And again. And again.
I told her to let me try.
She told me to leave her alone.
She left the bathroom. Crying.
I almost yelled. But there I was, tyring to become patient again. This was her moment. Our weird right of passage thingy. Right?
I let her be. For only about 3 or 4 minutes. Then I told her to try again.
That is when she took the handle, grabbed the barrel, and flung it with so much might that I thought she might have just given herself a third degree burn.
She looked at me. I wanted to cry. Was she hurt?
She shouted , "Next time you might want to teach me how to turn it on!", and quickly left the room.
I burst into laughter, her into more tears. I somehow ruined this moment for her. The moment I made such a big damn deal about. And I was so proud and excited that I didn't even turn the f****** thing on!
She said she will never - ever - ever in one million years try to curl her hair again!
Like I was being some kind of cruel mother. Unfortunately I was just being me. As I am a pre-menopausal mom of 4 - who just had the kids home from school for 4 days (or was it 4 months?) straight. I forget things my dear, I tried to explain.
I left, wanted to crawl under a rock - because I somehow, unknowingly, I really hurt her feelings.
But you know what?
Girls will be girls.
About an hour or so later, she came down from her room with a beautifully styled, somewhat curled hairdo. She came over and gave me a great big hug. I cried. She smiled.
Labels: daughter, family, family life, girls, mom, mothers and daughters
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