Oh crap. What have I gotten into? I think, generally speaking, most sane people are more nervous about raising girls than they are boys. I like to think I’m sane (snort) so I’m more nervous about the responsibility of raising, protecting and teaching Lilly as the years go by. It’s been 9 weeks so far and sometimes I feel the weight of it already.
Girls seem complicated. “Sugar and spice and everything nice” to be sure but so very darned complicated. Boys are just so straightforward in comparison – emotionally, mentally and fashion-ally. The most recent thing that’s struck me is that I have to teach Lilly how to be a lady. By example. Ohhh shiiii….err….shiiiippp. Ladies don’t swear…at least not in public. This is going to be hard. This revelation, as obvious as it should have been, has caused me to evaluate my place on the “ladylike” scale. I think I’m standing a little to the left of it and not actually on it most days.
I wish it was as easy as saying “Don’t you ever effing swear Lilly. It’s not the kind of s**t ladies do. You understand me or am I going to have to light your a** up??” You see the mixed message there? :sigh: Boys can swear – it doesn’t make them seem nearly as ignorant or crude as hearing a girl let loose a string of expletives.
So I’m composing a mental list of things I think defines a lady. Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m not planning to make Lilly into something she isn’t. I don’t think being a lady is about wearing dresses and curtsying. It’s more in how you carry yourself and present yourself to the world. Thanks to some stellar guidance I know how to carry myself with elegance and class. Choosing to actually do that has slipped a little in recent times filled with little boys and boyish things.
I find myself wondering if a real lady writes blog posts about pooping. It’s done. It happened. But do I really want my little Lilly discussing pooping (or the lack thereof) with the whole world? These are the things I have to think about. Can you write about pooping in a ladylike fashion? I’d like to think if it’s possible that I accomplished it but I know I’m probably just lying to myself – there is no ladylike way to discuss pooping with the world. When boys talking about “farking” (what Jimmy calls farting) and pooping it’s just funny – you see? Boys are so much easier.
As I think of things I think a lady does or doesn’t do I’ll let you know. Maybe raising a little lady will help me rediscover the lady under the poop filled blog posts.