This reminded me of a time when one of my sisters had a bit of the green-eyed monster with me. We were probably 9 and 16 at the time (me being older). We were on vacation in Idaho at the time for a family reunion. As we both got ready to go out to a play (Into the Woods- don't ask my why I remember this...), M looked at me with a sigh and said "No matter how hard I try, I never look as cute as you do!" and she meant it fiercely. I didn't know if I should have been insulted or thankful for the compliment. It was weird. And she had nothing to worry about since she was adorable. By the time she was sixteen she was batting of boys with sticks while at that age I was hugging the walls at stag dances waiting for anyone to notice me.
It must have been a good hair day that night in Idaho. But it struck me at the time and made me realize something about women. We are always sizing each other up in comparison to ourselves. Even for my Little Girl today watching her big sister look crazy/cute in her plaid pleated skirt denim jacket and grey chucks. Why (at 4!) does she get mad instead of just be happy that her sister looked cute? Where is the bouquet of flowers and tiara at the end of this day? It's not a competition! What am I doing wrong with my girls that makes them equate looking good as being better? How do I combat this?
Sometimes I think the better a person looks, the more society places them into a certain category of 'not that smart' or 'nothing on the inside.' And that's not fair either. I worry that some of these types may not rise to the occasions in life because they have already being labeled as 'just something to look at.' So I say bring on the acne some day for Big Girl so she can develop on the inside. But then bring on the clearasil because it just doesn't look good and we can't have that right? : )
|It's after school... Little Girl seems to know how to hold on to her anger|