Her jeans have holes in the knees

She has no desire to babysit anything that doesn’t have 6 nipples and fur

She still thinks her naked body won’t disturb the rest of the family

She plays with her friends, not hangs out

Make-up makes her feel ridiculous

Her best friendships have nothing to do with social positioning

Animals mating are funny and worth imitating (any child who has a clue what’s going on there would NOT be imitating the unsightly act!)

She still believes in Santa, or at least adamantly avoids addressing the issue with us

I think she believes in Santa. She’s still afraid of the Easter Bunny.

She watches Rugrats

Hip-hop music makes her feel uncomfortable sometimes because it seems a little “scarey”

It has never occurred to her what boys think of her, she pays no attention to them

She farts all the time, anywhere with gusto

Dressed up for her is wearing her best jeans and something other than a t-shirt and sneakers

The corkboard in her room is filled with pictures of animals, not Justin Beiber

She’s much more preoccupied with her life as it is right now than concerned about what the impending changes in her body will lead to. She likes things as they are: the comfort of her jeans and t-shirt, the ease of friendships that she formed when things were uncomplicated, The small world of her reality and the people and places she experiences rather than a dreamy focus on what’s in magazines and on television. She seems to find all that rather uninspiring because they are not real to her.

And she’s a “real” kind if girl. True blue. Authentic in every sense of the word. We lose that, usually, women as we mature. We are swallowed up into the abyss of all that is expected of us. The many roles we are slated to fulfill. There are ideals placed upon us by everyone we encounter. Parents, teachers, mass media, boys. I like to think we are coming a long way on this matter, these days. But there are still reminants of times of old that affect a girl who morphs into a woman. When she begins to let go of her youth, what she is grasping for depends on so many things. Her aspirations have much to do with what she is taught to value.

My hope for my daughter is that the place she eventually arrives at in womanhood is not so far from where she began in youth.

So far, so good.

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