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Friday, January 12, 2007

Pole Dancing

My girls are very young right now. They're not quite at the point yet where I worry about what they'll be like when they're teenagers. Okay, sometimes I think about it but I try not to because I still feel like a teenager (although those years are loooooong gone). But I see Tatum, who is now seven and in first grade and growing very quickly--and quite a beauty, I must say. I see her and I think, wow, in just a few years--as many years as I have had her--she will be a teenager. She will probably be this thin, blond-haired, blue-eyed beaut and I will have no control over it. I envision us being rather close and being able to talk to her about anything. We're very open about everything. But she will be a teenager...sooner than I think, I suppose. Maybe she will give me trouble, maybe she won't. I have no way to tell that right now. Right now she's sweet and she thinks I am awesome. Although sometimes I see that she thinks she is smarter than me and I just roll my eyes right back at her.

But the title of this is pole dancing, so you may be wondering where I am going with this. I was walking into a store today, Portia and Stella with me. Portia was walking alongside me and right outside the store there were these cement columns a little taller than her. The first thing she did when she saw them was run right over to one, put her arms around it and twirl around and around. The first thing I thought was, oh no, not another pole... Obviously this was not the first time she twirled around a pole. Wherever she finds a pole, waiting in line at a store or wherever, she instantly goes for it. There is a draw to it for some reason. Okay, I guess that reason is completely innocent because she is three and an absolute monkey (she recently asked if we could put a jungle gym in our tiny living room). But I think about how she is now: trouble, and how adorable she is and to me, all I can think of is her wanting to pole dance when she gets older. Or at least be a bit more trouble than her older sister. So that's where my thoughts on pole dancing are today.

1 comment:

beornica said...

I share your fear entirely. Kyla loves to strip and dance. Seriously. On several occasions when we've had visitors she's come running out of her room butt nekkid and commenced waving her nekkid little bum in the air, a la Stitch in the scene where he goes "wooo hooooo" to Jumba and Pleakley. And you should see the way she dances! It is VERY suggestive. Scary.