Since when did parents get homework?? Girly Girl has had virtually no homework all week, but her aide has sent a note home every night with a list of five to seven tasks *I* need to do. The hardest one was an essay: “In a million words or less, describe your child.”
Of course, you know me. I couldn’t just scratch a few sentences on the xeroxed form they sent home. I wrote an essay! When I was finished, it occurred to me that you might also find it interesting, so I’m posting it. Here, let me introduce you: my friends, this is my daughter, Girly Girl.
My daughter is a girly girl. In fact, that’s what I call her on my blog, Girly Girl. She likes pretty clothes, makeup, fingernail polish, and staying clean.
She loves to swing on the swingset. She’ll swing for hours, going as high as the set will allow. She also loves to sing karaoke. Last weekend, our family provided karaoke for a friend’s wedding, and she closed the set down with a crowd-pleasing rendition of Rachel Proctor’s “Me and Emily.”
She is, however, a little stubborn. Her father calls her the Immovable Object, so unless we’re willing to be an Irresistible Force, we choose our battles. Consequently, there will be days she wears clothing that may not fit anyone else’s idea of fashion, and she may carry her glasses rather than wear them.
She cares very much about what people think. When she’s done something wrong and she’s being punished, she’s quick to ask, “Are you happy at me? Do you still love me?” Of course, we always assure her that we do — after all, we’ve never met anyone who could resist her particular charm, her one-sided smile, and the glint in her eye.
She loves being in Middle School and cannot wait to be a teenager (Dec. 11 — she’s counting). She likes learning, especially reading, but she doesn’t necessarily like doing homework, and she wants to choose which books she gets to read. She especially loves reading her childhood favorites: Berenstain Bears, Mercer Mayer’s Little Critters, and Barbie stories.
Most of all, Girly Girl likes her routine. She eats the same thing every day for breakfast: Schwans’ Bright Starts, a breakfast pizza with bacon, scrambled eggs, cheese, and a white sauce on a whole wheat crust. When we are out of Bright Starts (as we were this morning), she is quite put out, but she will settle for something else, like toast and jam or oatmeal. She would be happy eating pizza for lunch and spaghetti for dinner every single day of her life, though she likes other things too: ribs, chicken enchiladas, and lasagna, for instance. For vegetables, she likes only two (beets and spinach), but she loves those!
She is not necessarily a morning person. All summer, she went to bed about 9 p.m. and slept until 10:30 or 11, and she would prefer to do that all year round. She wakes a little grumpy — much like her father — but she and I have made a compromise. I wake her at 6:30, but she doesn’t have to get right up. All she has to do is answer the question: “What do you want for breakfast?” I always know what she wants — I did mention she likes her routine, right? — but she has to actually tell me. Once she does, I got to make it, and she gets to sleep another five to ten minutes, much like how her Daddy hits the snooze button. Once breakfast is ready, however, she gets right up and comes out to eat, even if her eyes are a little droopy.
In general, my daughter is a bright light in our lives. She brings us love and joy, and we are grateful every day that she is a part of our family.