OKay– I left the picture of Squish in for scale– because (and some of you already know this!) it really does go that damned fast. I also led with the pictures I used to lighten her up–the ones where I was pretending to be Austin Powers and she pretended to be one of his models. She was so pretty–I wanted her to be happy and pretty, and she was.
Isn’t my Chicken beautiful? Isn’t she amazing? I don’t care that she didn’t go to prom with a boy–who needs a boy?
She went to prom so she could dance and hang with her buddy. Her buddy got tired on the way home, and Chicken ended up not going out afterwards, so I got my fat, creaky mom-butt out of my comfy desk chair, and took her to Leatherby’s for a sundae (which I ate an embarrassing amount of) and she told me that she had a great time.
I looked at her and thought “I hope so, baby, because I had a great sixteen years watching you get here.”
One of the sad things was that I got on Twitter and said that she was beautiful–no beaux yet, because she was also a brilliant smartass, but she was beautiful.
The response I got was that because she was a brilliant smartass, she would probably not ever have a million beaux.
It made me think that we need to raise a better class of beaux–and a better class of people in general. We need to have girls who aren’t afraid to be beautiful and brilliant, and boys who aren’t afraid to be kind. We also need girls who don’t shit on kindness and boys who don’t feel threatened by smart women. It’s a society in progress–but it should be a priority, I think. The world will be a better place for it.
I have hope, anyway–my Chicken is too wonderful to have to settle for a Turkey.
