I love my two boys. But I have a confession: For years Ive gone through recurring bouts of daughter envy.
By MARÁ ROSE WILLIAMS
The Kansas City Star
It used to happen in some department store trying to find something other than jeans, khakis, T-shirts and sneakers for my guys to wear.
Id stroll through the little girls section full of beautiful outfits and all kinds of cool boots, shoes, sandals and sneakers and think, I wish I had a little girl. I would love dressing her.
Even my sons, especially the youngest so observant would comment, They dont have anything in here for us boys that isnt blue or beige. Look at the great stuff and great colors they have for girls. Thats just not fair.
I didnt let on I was thinking the same thing.
Or maybe Id see a mother and daughter at the salon, both getting their hair primped. The little girl would look so sweet, a head full of bouncing curls or intricate braids, and again Id think, A www, how cute. I wish I had a little girl.
Oh, I took the boys to the barber shop often enough and they looked adorable all cleaned up. But a crew cut just isnt the same as hair bows, barrettes and beaded braids.
The envy would be short-lived, though. The minute one of the boys wrapped his arms around my neck in a hug (more of a bear hug when they got older), accompanied with an I love you, Mama, all was right with the world.
If that didnt do it, the longing for a daughter would surely vanish after a visit with my sister in New York. Those visits usually started with me loving the idea of being an auntie to my little niece wanting to do her hair, paint her nails, pick out her clothes.
That is until she started squirming and screaming when time came to comb her hair. She loved the nail painting part, but no matter what cute clothes my sister and I suggested she wear, shed dress in something else. And it seemed like she always had her hands on her hips bossing everyone in the house around. Hmm my boys didnt do that.
But then months would pass and Id have another beautiful mother-daughter observation and that envy would creep right back.
The latest was Super Bowl weekend at a friends home, watching her adorable, precocious little 4-year-old smiling, giggling and dancing through the house. She would disappear into her bedroom and come out moments later wearing some sweet little pair of pink leggings and a shirt covered with hearts. Then shed be in a frilly ballet skirt and pink ballet slippers.
She made me smile. It was just the kind of thing I would have done when I was that age. Heck, I still like playing princess sometimes.
My boys didnt play dress-up. We did play football and basketball. And I taught them to dance, watched them on the soccer field, in the hockey rink, on the basketball court, screaming my head off.
I must say I am definitely happy to have my boys around, especially after their dad passed away a few years ago. Theyve always been there to rake leaves, shovel snow, plant bushes, carry the heaviest groceries and fix electronics on the blink. Jordan even replaced the toilet gasket: impressive.
Yup, I love those boys, and cant imagine what Id do without them. As for this daughter envy it will pass.