I remember making many a statement that started with these four words and hearing my parents laugh. I never really understood why they found it humorous as I thought I was a strong, determined person. Surely I could stick to my own rules. Well, one such statement was “My little girl will not wear big bows.” Hanging head in shame, I introduce exhibit 1.
Yep. That is the back of my oldest daughter’s bathroom door. I failed miserably at my own pledge of protection from the perils of bows. The first day she came home from the in-laws with a ponytail and a big bow, I crumbled. She looked so cute. There began the end. I have continued to break my rules.
When expecting Moms come in the store now and talk about what their child will never do, the rest of us Mango Moms giggle, jot it down and remind them of it when we see them break it.
In honor of the failure to keep my promise, I will be there first to introduce:
My name is Autumn and my kid wears bows.
4 responses so far ↓
bgsand // May 8, 2008 at 3:54 pm |
… be a cheerleader.
So, my oldest started with rec cheerleading in the first grade (1994), made the middle school competitive squad and by the time she was in the eighth grade I had two daughters cheering competitively, which is about $5-6K/year — each.
Oldest gave it up after ninth grade, youngest was plagued with injuries and was out for a few years, but as of last year (her 10th grade year) she’s back at it and, barring more injuries will continue through her senior year.
Never say never.
Gwynn // May 10, 2008 at 5:30 pm |
A little bit of a twist on this subject. When my sister and I were little, my sister would always say, when mad at my parents, “When I have kids, I’m NEVER going to say _________ to them”. Many years later, while visiting her in Tennessee, I listened as her oldest daughter asked to go somewhere with a friend. When my sister said no, her daughter stomped upstairs and slammed her bedroom door. The next thing I heard out of my sister’s mouth was, “I think that door must have slipped right out of your hand. I know you want to open it and close it again softly.” She saw me stare at her out of the corner of her eye but would not look at me. All she said, while still looking up the stairs at her daughter’s bedroom door was, “Ok, so it turns out this is the perfect comment in a situation like this!” My name is Gwynn and my sister’s oldest daughter’s name is Autumn.
Tyler // July 7, 2008 at 7:37 pm |
I’m afraid to answer because whatever I say just might come true!
michelle // January 11, 2009 at 11:29 pm |
The bows your daughter has are very cute! Thankfully my daughter loves big bows and she tells me to try and find more for her but me being her mom tries and never sucseeds, if u could i would appriciate if u told me where ur daughter gets her bows