I love quotes. I have notebooks full of quotes that
I have copied down through the years. I have pretty little fabric-covered journals where I collected my favorite quotes when I was younger. I have been known to sit down and read through a book of quotations. Like Barlett's. This is probably just because I love beautiful language and words and lovely communication. But I love them. You can find such lovely little nuggets of wisdom and humor.
I was skimming through a new blog (new to me)
today and found this quote:
Daughters are like flowers:
they fill the world with beauty
and sometimes attract pests.
Unknown
I feel like this whole other world will be opening soon
with my daughter. My family members love to point out
to me whenever she is talking to members of the opposite
sex in public. My younger brother doesn't
like it---wants me to go over and stop it any time
he sees her speaking to a boy.
Come on. The child is ten.
And let's face it---she's still a tomboy.
And she has always been the type of girl who would
rather play with boys than girls. She thinks girls
are boring. Especially now that girls her age are getting
to where they want to stand around and just talk and
look at each other's clothes and nails and hair.
She'd rather rough house with the boys and play
practical jokes and goof around.
I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
I have never related to typical females all that well.
I have this theory about it being because I have
only brothers, no sisters.
And my daughter, bless her heart, has only brothers.
Three of them.
Is she going to be like me in this matter?
I'm always more comfortable striking up a conversation
with a male than a female. Men are so much easier to
deal with. I don't go for the drama and competition
and judgment that comes with many women.
But the "pest" part of that quote---I had a glimpse
of that this week. There's been this one boy at the
ball park....he would fall under the pest heading.
He has a sibling on the same team as Big E so he's often
at the ballgames. It wasn't until the last two games
that I realized they were forming a "friendship" and that
was about the same time I realized that he wasn't exactly
someone I wanted my daughter forming a "friendship" with.
There's obviously nothing to this.
I mean, the ball season will be over soon
and we may never see this child again.
But I felt like it gave me a glimpse into the future.
What if the type of bee
that comes buzzing around my little flower
is a pest?
This is one mother who will be
spraying that critter down
with something poisonous, I can assure you.
And this makes me wonder
what my parents thought about some of the boys
that I brought around.
Let's not go there.
I have copied down through the years. I have pretty little fabric-covered journals where I collected my favorite quotes when I was younger. I have been known to sit down and read through a book of quotations. Like Barlett's. This is probably just because I love beautiful language and words and lovely communication. But I love them. You can find such lovely little nuggets of wisdom and humor.
I was skimming through a new blog (new to me)
today and found this quote:
Daughters are like flowers:
they fill the world with beauty
and sometimes attract pests.
Unknown
Oh, I love that.
Isn't that great?
Isn't that great?
I feel like this whole other world will be opening soon
with my daughter. My family members love to point out
to me whenever she is talking to members of the opposite
sex in public. My younger brother doesn't
like it---wants me to go over and stop it any time
he sees her speaking to a boy.
Come on. The child is ten.
And let's face it---she's still a tomboy.
And she has always been the type of girl who would
rather play with boys than girls. She thinks girls
are boring. Especially now that girls her age are getting
to where they want to stand around and just talk and
look at each other's clothes and nails and hair.
She'd rather rough house with the boys and play
practical jokes and goof around.
I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
I have never related to typical females all that well.
I have this theory about it being because I have
only brothers, no sisters.
And my daughter, bless her heart, has only brothers.
Three of them.
Is she going to be like me in this matter?
I'm always more comfortable striking up a conversation
with a male than a female. Men are so much easier to
deal with. I don't go for the drama and competition
and judgment that comes with many women.
But the "pest" part of that quote---I had a glimpse
of that this week. There's been this one boy at the
ball park....he would fall under the pest heading.
He has a sibling on the same team as Big E so he's often
at the ballgames. It wasn't until the last two games
that I realized they were forming a "friendship" and that
was about the same time I realized that he wasn't exactly
someone I wanted my daughter forming a "friendship" with.
There's obviously nothing to this.
I mean, the ball season will be over soon
and we may never see this child again.
But I felt like it gave me a glimpse into the future.
What if the type of bee
that comes buzzing around my little flower
is a pest?
This is one mother who will be
spraying that critter down
with something poisonous, I can assure you.
And this makes me wonder
what my parents thought about some of the boys
that I brought around.
Let's not go there.
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2 comments:
We often laugh at the poor guy who wants to fall in love with my granddaughter. Here's a quote "I pity the fool!"
My son has said he'll be in the back seat if she ever gets to date. I don't know if you've seen the movie about the guy who goes to meet his girl friend's family (Robert Deniro plays the father) and he has to undergo a lie detector test. Well I'm sure the poor fool who is brave enough to try to date my grandbaby will go thru much more.
Hello Bell,
I am glad you found my blog again, after this long time. That is where I am putting my online time in now, for I closed my business (Small Meadow Press) early this spring. While you are still in the midst of caring for young ones, I have become
a full-time caregiver to my mom. I couldn't balance the two, so the business had to close...and that is just fine. I wrote about it in earlier posts in my blog, if you are interested.
Wishing you so well with your sweet family life,
Lesley
PS That is funny about searching for "bowery"...when I came up with the name "The Bower" and did lots of searches to make sure it wasn't in use, I constantly came up with links to histories and information about the Bowery in NY!
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