When I was growing up, it was all about hanging out with the boys. It was getting dirty in the back creek and playing flashlight tag until that final final call from Mom to come in. My wardrobe was jeans, t-shirt and a baseball cap. For the longest time it was the Champion baseball cap.
I cannot tell you the amount of times someone mistook me for a boy. I mean, even if my hair was a little longer than usual, chances are it was tucked up underneath my hat.
I picked leggo over barbies. I liked girl stuff, but there was no doubt about it, I was a Tom Boy.
Why I am surprised to find my daughter doing the same, I am not sure. She has always been determined, and stubborn - so I guess the Tom Boy quality came from me too. She will still put on a dress or skirt, then follow her brother into the woods and come out dirtier than any of the others that were there.
If she gets a hand me down from her idol Braydon, it's cool cuz it's a boy thing. Her best buddies at school don't go by the names Jane, Sally or Sue - it's Jacob, Jamie and Spencer. For the record, my two first best friends weren't Jane or Sally either, they were Sean and Christian.
So my tough little Princess I guess is a whole lot more like me than I thought. I still prefer a pair of jean and shirt over my skirts, but I love my heels and jewlery too. She'll get it. She'll be that perfect girl - running around playing ball with the boys in a skirt.