I've come to realize that I add the word pants to describe the members of my family. This is totally weird, and I cannot help myself. For example, Grace is known as cranky-pants, fancy-pants, and wiggley-pants. Julia is fussy-pants, of course. Craig is mister-cranky-pants and sometimes cute-pants. I am almost always cranky-pants, and Ollie, our long-haired feline, is supreme-mister-fancy-pants-wearing-his-pantaloons (because from the tail end he does look like he's wearing pantaloons, no lie)!
While it's funny to poke fun at myself for particular speech patterns, I've been feeling a bit sensitive when it comes to Grace's pronounciation of certain words. I all but bit Craig's head off yesterday when he imitated one of her phrases. Do you think I might be a tad sensitive? Do you think a certain four year old (miss-meany-pants) tapped into my own insecurites? I love that Grace says gorl rather than girl. I love that she calls her friend Evan Eban. I love that sm or sp words start with an f: like foonie instead of smoothie or foon instead of spoon.
The truth is that there will come a time (and it's coming soon) when she will realize that she's different. I dread that moment. Just yesterday she announced to me "I am beautiful, and you love me." Oh, to be filled with such confidence and love. Please world, don't take that from her.
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