Right in the middle of our four boys–two of them older, two younger–we have one delightful girl. A really, truly, girly-girl, with curls and frills and dresses and drama:
She wears dresses almost every day. I love seeing my little lady in her dresses and hats, purses and hair bows. Now that I’ve shaken off the tyranny of my upbringing, it does my heart good to see her playing with her dolls and being just as girly as a girl can be.
Because I prefer pants, I asked her once why she always asks for a dress to wear. “Because I’m not a boy!” she said, with not a little righteous indignation.
She wants to set herself apart from the boys. She likes being a girl!
Earlier this week, I was watching her play outside with her big brothers. As she traipsed (and sometimes tripped) along behind them, her slightly-too-short dress billowing in the breeze, I couldn’t help but look down at my jean-clad legs and wonder: Is she going to continue to enjoy being so feminine as she grows, when her own mother is always opting for a sturdier, and frankly frumpier, workaday look? She did, after all, tell me that she wants to be just like me when she grows up.
If she wants to be like me later, it occurs to me that maybe I’d better start being a little bit more like her now, so she’ll know that she doesn’t have to leave her girlish delight in pretty things behind.
And so, (hold on to your head coverings!) I’ve started wearing skirts. I didn’t plan this. Skirts vs. Pants is not a question I’ve ever been particularly interested in. In fact, when my friend, Gail, posted this to her Facebook page (follow her!):
The Bible tells us that it’s a shame for a woman to try to look like a man, but there don’t seem to be any pictures or explanations of what that might look like in any given culture. As long as a woman isn’t trying to hide the fact that she’s a woman, I figure clothing style is a matter of personal preference, not holiness. I have a Godly mother who never wears a skirt except to worship services, weddings, and funerals, so I’ve never considered skirt-wearing to be anything but a religious affectation. And for some people, I still think that might be true. I still feel that jeans—as long as they’re not skin-tight or otherwise provocative—are a perfectly reasonable way for a female to dress.
I’ll always have a few pairs of jeans in my wardrobe, most likely, because the snow gets up to my waist here, most winters, and I won’t be wearing a skirt to hike up and down our driveway in January. But since men can’t wear skirts and I can, I’m going to consider this a fun way to set myself apart, not from other women who wear pants, but from men. For the sake of my pretty, frilly daughter, I’d better model for her the fact that it’s not only acceptable, but desirable, for women to be soft and sweet and beautiful, not just practical.
Baby steps, though. I am NOT getting any manicures or pedicures. Ever. That is all.
This post is linked up at Big Family Friday.