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December 7, 2007 Frances Friday: Differing Approaches to the Raising of Girl-Children
(I wrote this last May, but am publishing it now so I don't have to come up with a Frances Friday post while battling a cold. Eerily, it could have been written this week. A bit more judgmental than my usual, but I hope you enjoy it.) I took Frances to the doctor about her cough, at the insistence of the daycare workers, who were freaked out when she couldn't sleep for coughing. I knew it was just a cold, this happens every time she gets a cold, it settles into her lungs and takes a month to be coughed out, and I was right. In any case, there I was, and the woman beside me struck up a conversation with my favourite opening gambit: "How old is she?" "How old are you Frances?" I asked. "Three!" said Frances. "Was she premature?" asked my seatmate. Ah, yes. "Only a little," I replied. After fidgeting for a few moments, she decided I wasn't going to engage her in conversation, and so blessed the woman on her right with her powers of observation instead: "Your daughter has her ears pierced! I had my daughter's ears pierced, too. Well, you have to do it when they're babies! Or wait until they're old enough to ask, I guess." (Derisive laugh.) "When I had my daughter's ears done, she spat up that night and the milk dribbled onto her ear and gave her piercing an infection. Just one little dribble straight from her mouth to her ear. What bad luck! It swelled up all purple and the size of a nickel. So of course I had to take it out right away. And then I had to get it repierced a few months later. Well, I only took out the one, you know. What would be the point of taking out both? The other one was fine. So I took out the infected one. Then she wasn't balanced, so I had to repierce it. Only she didn't want to by then, so I had to pin her down so the lady could pierce her ears. I know! But she looks so cute! I love having a girl. It's so much fun to dress them up. And they're so much easier than boys, you know. Boys don't listen. And they would never stand for all the frilly clothes. So thank goodness I have a girl." Meanwhile, Frances played with the pediatrician's dump truck in her stripey blue yoga pants and blue clown t-shirt, her long blond hair a bit wild and tangled. I remembered pinning her down when the nurses had to draw blood from her arm for the genetics test. I remember how she screamed, how her face turned scarlet and tears soaked the bed she was pinned to, how it seemed to take years, how I buried my face in her neck and cried along with her. I could not wrap my mind around pinning her down so an aesthetician could drill a decorative metal stick into her ears. I'm sure she's a perfectly lovely human being. I am also sure that we would never be friends. Posted by Andrea at December 7, 2007 10:54 AM under Female Trouble EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments You know what? It's that the earrings are really just a symbol. IMHO. I think I'd probably have a similar sense, but my trouble (?) is that I'd feel like I *had* to like her and *had* to make nice. I hope you and Frances are better soon. Julie Posted by: Julie Pippert at December 7, 2007 2:06 PM
When Aaron was small and had to be pinned down for certain things I didn't cry with him I'd sometimes giggle. I"m weird in the way that I laugh when something bad is happening. It was mostly nerves at the time. Also it was a side I hardly ever seen, he was always docile and gentle and to see that it took me and 2 or 3 other adults to hold him down, a tiny tot of 2! Anyway....I probably wouldn't be her friend either! Hope you are both feeling better really soon to enjoy the lovely season! Posted by: LauraJ at December 7, 2007 4:11 PM
Any time my kids have had to have shots, I've cried. When O was diagnosed with diabetes and getting IVs and poked and prodded all the time, I cried constantly. I can't even imagine holding my child down for ear piercing. I think I would feel like a monster. Posted by: Major Bedhead at December 7, 2007 5:13 PM
I know that in some cultures, pierced ears on little girl babies are just the norm, but I personally think it's gross, and that many people just do it because they are afraid that you'll think their girl is a boy. What a horror that would be. Hope the cold soon abates. Posted by: kgirl at December 7, 2007 8:24 PM
I'm throwing up over that woman. Posted by: yankeetransferred at December 8, 2007 11:11 AM
i think i met that woman myself, last week. she went on and on to the mother next to me about how cute little princess-y things are and how happy she was she didn't "get stuck with a boy"...all in front of my boy, who was sweetly trying to point out all the birds in the photo on the wall to me. i have always longed for a girl, though not for her reasons. i was blinking back the most furious tears staring at her in that waiting room, wondering why it is that some of the most asinine people get everything their peabrains want. Posted by: Bon at December 8, 2007 12:15 PM
Oh my goodness. I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit just now. Her poor kid! Posted by: Freakazojd at December 9, 2007 11:18 AM
Yuck. That sh*t drives me nuts. Posted by: cinnamon gurl at December 9, 2007 9:17 PM
My three-year-old daughter has lovely blonde curls. People comment on them all the time. I can understand why --- they're pretty striking. I get a little squicky when people (especially certain extended relatives) go on and on about "aren't you pretty!" to the exclusion of things that actually, um, matter, but mostly I grit my teeth and make sure to emphasize anything but looks to Nora when I comment to her. But the comments that leave me speechless are 1.) "Do you perm her hair?"/"Are those curls natural?!" (which I get at least once a week) and 2.) "Is she a natural blonde?" (which I got for the first time yesterday). The fact that so many people actually ask these questions makes me wonder if there aren't a fairly sizable number of people who actually put chemicals in preschoolers' hair. Holy crap. I'm not sure if that's better or worse than holding a kid down to get their ears pierced. On a related note, have you read Packaging Girlhood, by Sharon Lamb and Lyn Mikel Brown? Posted by: victoria at December 12, 2007 11:50 PM
No, I haven't; but I'll have to. And egads, I can't imagine bleaching and perming a little girl's hair. Posted by: Andrea
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