I readily admit that I’m not your normal mother. I’ve certainly got my, er, quirky maternal ways. So far, it’s turned out some pretty neat kids. But there are weaknesses that I wish I didn’t have. And one of them is being able to share my Varmint’s girly-girl ways.
I never liked to play with Barbies as much as she does.
I never got into painting fingernails or playing with hair the way she does.
I don’t even have to tell you that fashion is not an interest with me (as I sit here in my KMart clearance sale tan and white seersucker capris….WITH super high elastic waistband, thank you very much.)
And my worst failing is that I never, and still don’t, have interest in playing dolls. In Varmint’s case specifically, American Girl Dolls.
She has a collection of them…half given as gifts, half she has actually earned the money for and purchased herself. And Grandma Jane has sewn many new and wonderful dresses and nightgowns and sleeping bags for them with her fabric scraps. Many of them matching Varmint’s own dresses.
So when Varmint has a friend over, one that does share her girly girl ways, I am so grateful. Her friend, Megan came to stay at the beach with us, and she and Varmint were away upstairs in their little bedroom dormer in the little cottage for a long while. Eventually I began to wonder….what could they be doing all this time??
So I crept upstairs to find this:
American Girl Dolls out and getting lots of love, and fingernail polish galore.
Blue and silver sparkly glitter fingernail polish, to be exact.
My Varmint was in Nirvana.
And all of us were content.
The girls because they were doing the girly things they love to do,….
and me because I wasn’t!