When I found out Tater was a boy, I texted my sis that it would now be up to her to provide the estrogen in the family. I was DONE having babies! I didn't want a girl THAT BAD anymore. True enough, my sister had her first baby - a girl - a few weeks ago.
I realize now, that although I originally wanted a girl, I was not meant for one. The pink section in Target is SO alluring, but now I realize it's better that I shop there for someone else's baby. I realize now that baby girls mean cute outfits and hairdo's -- oh the hairdo's. My boys are lucky enough if I wet down their cowlick/bedheads in the morning before shuffling them off to Abuelito's. I can't imagine trying to braid or Topsy-tail someone's hair every morning! I know I'd forget to add a headband or cute bow, I just know it. And outfits? I've tried cute hats, suspenders, or other accessories on my boys but they are about as T-shirt and Jean as you can get. And that's SO much more easy, let me tell ya. I'd feel sorry for my daughter if I had one. I'd fail at being a femme enough Mama now. I've been re-conditioned by the Ruffians.
And how would I keep a girl's clothes on if she ever wanted to be
This new setup I've got going on is perfect now. Anytime I need an estrogen dose, I'll just visit my sister. I'll comb hair and play with pink my little ponies, and when I'm over it I always know that I can call on T-Wax the dino to "take out" my little pony.
It's perfect....
-Shirley (Mama Aunty Ruff)
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