A hairy situation

Saturday, Passionfruit and I got a rare treat! We got to go out to dinner and a contra dance! I was so excited for week and a half. Really my whole weekend was great. It started with lunch with Adj. Queen. It was fun swapping stories of our families.

Saturday was busy. I was up before my normal time to get my hair-cut. I wanted to look nice for my date with my honey. Then I went home and did the laundry. Later as the time for the date approached I started to prepare for my evening. Earlier in the day I had bought this really hip halter tunic. It has beads and polished stones as the straps instead of cloth. I called DQ into my bedroom to see the new piece of clothing. Next thing I know all 3 of them are in my room giving me a fashion consultation. They had so much fun. And honestly I did to.

Now for the real reason of this entry. As some of you may remember I have a certain feeling about the world we live in, and its expectations it places on women. So after donning the high heeled suede pumps to finish the outfit constructed by my daughters, DQ pipes up with, "Mom, your legs don't look right. They don't look like other moms' legs. Can't you do something?"

So here is my dilemma. Should I go ahead and shave my legs? Legs that haven't seen a razor in 20 years so I don't embarass my daughters? Or do I take a stand and quietly demostrate to my daughters that being different from the crowd takes courage and strength?

Oh, I asked the girls questions. I asked the girls whether they thought it was okay for me to have these hairy legs of mine. I questioned them whether to shave my legs just to fit in with other mothers would be the best choice for me. Of course, Miss Independence really didn't have a clue as to what the issue was. And I really don't think that Storyteller felt much embarassment. But it is DQ that is all into the way one looks.

It's actually quite remarkable. DQ is as shallow as I was when I was a young girl. It's rather funny because having her as a daughter I am reminded of all the shallow, self-absorbed thoughts and behavior I had. It even makes me realize that I still tend to be self-absorbed. Luckily I'm not quite as shallow as I once was. I thank God for that.