I can’t remember a time where I ever woke up in the morning and felt inclined to put on a pretty dress. In fact, me and dresses, we’re like cordial acquaintances who give each other a curt nod during weddings, stuffy parties and important dinners.
You could say that as far as my daughter’s relationship with dresses is concerned, the apple fell pretty far from the tree. She wakes up in the morning and immediately looks for a pretty dress to put on, even if it’s for 15 minutes before having to change into her preschool uniform. She prances and twirls and already knows more girly poses at age 3 than I do at age 30. She goes into a store and makes a beeline for the prettiest dress on display, holds it against her body and asks, “Do I look like a princess, mom?”
I used to want a girl who’s exactly like me but you know what?
The one I got is so much better.