Tuesday, July 27, 2004
just a girl
At Street Church this week I met a 7 year old girl, long hair, wearing a teenager's silver dress. After I had sung a couple of songs I walked around and she began talking to me about hearing me sing and that it was great. You know...standard stuff. Sure. I told her that her dress and jewelry were fabulous. So, we bonded in the way of females. I sang more songs and she talked to me in the next break, saying she winked at me but I didn't see her. I talked to her while touching her face, let my hair fall around her creating that mystic that only girls understand. I watched for her in the next set, but she didn't seem to look at me. Matthew was flirting with her. I was told that he had her on one side and a woman on the other side when at the couch. Hmmm. At the prayer circle we held hands for a short time, but then made room for others. I winked at her as we separated and smiled. When the moment came to rejoin, she stood beside me and we each put an arm around each other, standing hip to hip (actually hip to shoulder due to the height difference). We were enjoying each other's presence.
A teen who knows this girl said the girl liked me and was so familiar because she is a "mommy's girl" and can see the mom in me. I knew otherwise. I was that girl once. Long hair, dressing up, wanting to be pretty to someone. Many times wanting to be someone I wasn't. When I was a girl it was easy for me to imagine I was something glamorous. A movie star or that pretty Victorian redhead woman on the back of the playing card that I found on the playground. That card stayed in my room for a long time.
Brander and I talked about my experience with this girl. He saw us together and knew...what she was attracted to was the same as what I was attracted to. We saw each other in the other person. She saw part of what she might want to be...a big "girl". She also saw what I am inside...a little girl. For that moment I was glad that a part of me had regressed...or maybe never grown up.
A teen who knows this girl said the girl liked me and was so familiar because she is a "mommy's girl" and can see the mom in me. I knew otherwise. I was that girl once. Long hair, dressing up, wanting to be pretty to someone. Many times wanting to be someone I wasn't. When I was a girl it was easy for me to imagine I was something glamorous. A movie star or that pretty Victorian redhead woman on the back of the playing card that I found on the playground. That card stayed in my room for a long time.
Brander and I talked about my experience with this girl. He saw us together and knew...what she was attracted to was the same as what I was attracted to. We saw each other in the other person. She saw part of what she might want to be...a big "girl". She also saw what I am inside...a little girl. For that moment I was glad that a part of me had regressed...or maybe never grown up.
// posted by Annette @ 11:18 p.m. 
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when i was a little girl i was too busy playing with the boys, being picked on by my cousins (whom of which were pretty much all boys except for 2 girls one of which was a tomboy)and i don't remember ever dressing up... my mom used to put me in the prettiest and frilliest littel dresses, then i go mess them up in the sandbox :-) teehee
thank you for being there for her. i too am 'that girl', but never really connected with anyone that i could see myself becoming one day. i was too different, too old for my age.
Susy, I was the girl who was kissing the cousins. Movie stars need to be good kissers, don't they?
Thank you all for your comments. They are so encouraging, and sure do promote a sense of community.
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Thank you all for your comments. They are so encouraging, and sure do promote a sense of community.
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