When
I was five, I was the only daughter in my family. My Mother made
no bones about the fact that having a daughter was one of the best
things that had ever happened to her. I always felt pretty, I loved
my clothes as my mom hand made all of them, indulged my love of
short hair and made me understand that being a female was an honor.
Growing up in this environment, loved and nurtured made me feel
very special. On my fifth birthday I was given the doll I am holding
in the picture. Her name was Pamela. She had the bluest eyes and
the prettiest face. I LOVED her. I could feed her water in a teeny
tiny bottle that came with her and she in turn could wet her diaper!
(The water had to go somewhere!!) She came packaged in the most
beautiful box and there were three diapers to use for changing.
She slept with me, bathed with me, played with me all day long and
was allowed into my most sacred space which was my life sized Wendy
House that my grandfather built me.
As an adult, the photo I forward to you holds a special place in
my heart. Haircut day, pretty dress and Pamela in the photo with
me. Aaah life was so uncomplicated when I was 5!!
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