This afternoon I was doing a bit of work in my 9 and 12 year olds’ closet, installing a rack to corral their growing collection of shoes. In the process I discovered odds and ends of clothing tossed on the floor, including a nice pair of pants that I’d just gotten at a yard sale. When the 12 year old saw me retrieving the pants, she asked whose they were.
“These are yours, for later,” I said.
“MINE?” she said in horror, spreading them out in front of her hips, obviously dismayed at the size of them.
“They’re a little big,” I agreed, “but you’ll grow…”
“This big?? Me?? Maybe after I go up to Jesus!” She then crumpled the offending size 3’s, threw them on the ground, and stomped off.
Leaving me trying hard to imagine some alternate reality in which I would be so dismayed over the idea of being a size 3.
Um, yeah! Add a zero to that 3 and you’re closer to my size. *Sigh……….*
Diane
Too funny!
Oh that is too cute! Remember to show her this post after she has reached her middle aged spread……
‘Maybe after I go up to Jesus’ made me almost spit my drink all over my keyboard! THAT is truly priceless!
So funny! Save the pants AND a note telling this story. Put them away for her to look at when she’s 40…
Oh to be a 3 again. Sigh.
LOL!!!!
My college roommate, no kidding, was a size 0 . . . my five-foot-eight-and-a-half-got-hips-for-two self is NOT! We never wondered whose clothes were whose! But yes, I have traveled on that train of thought you had today!
I don’t think I ever was a size 3! But my Ethiopian daughter HAD a hard time imagining herself growing, too. When she came in July, 2005 she was wearing an 8 and now she’s a 16, (at least.) With her broken leg she’s wearing even larger pants so that she can put them on over the cast.
My oldest is only nine and developing hips already–she is in a 2! I am praising the Lord that she doesn’t notice the difference in sizes and only laments that she has grown out of her favorite jeans. 🙂
I still have my favorite dress from 4th grade. My aunt (a wonderful seamstress) made it for me. I kept it, hoping to have a daughter who might like it if only for the stories, but was given 3 sons to raise.
4th grade was the last year of a dress without sewing darts for the chest area. I began wearing a training bra over the summer, and 5th grade was quite a time of adjustment.
My wedding dress was a size 6. Growing wider wasn’t necessarily from being pregnant, but post-partum depression sure added inches and sizes to my body.
Maybe when I go up to Jesus, He’ll remember me in my itty-bitty red dress.
I think “maybe after I go up to Jesus!” is rapidly on its way to being the next big catch phrase…
This really is a funny story, although I’m sure it was less than humorous at the time…true of many things!
hahaha, that is too cute!
That’s pretty funny! If only she knew… 🙂
So I saw you shiro recipe… could I come over and have a cooking lesson or 2 sometime? I’d love to come eat some Ethiopian food with you sometime, too! nothin’ like inviting myself over, ya know 🙂
Ah, perspective. ;^) I can remember thinking I was too fat as a kid, and when I look at photos of myself back then, I see I was very skinny! How to work on the self-image issue with girls…?
So funny. Ah, to be 12 again.
(Though, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t as small as a size 3 at that age!)
LOLOL!!!!
I am quite certain that size 3 will never, ever fit over my hips again…..my thighs for that matter…..um, probably not even my knees.
i think the last time i wore a size 3 i was three years old and you wore what age age you were!
I have to ask, since it’s been bugging me all night, where does this approach come from? Is she thinking primarily that she can’t beleive she will ever get that big; or has she already embraced the typical American teenager views on what is ‘beautiful’ ? The African standard of feminin beauty usually includes a little extra on the hips, right? Is Ethiopia one of the countries that is exempt from that? I’m not trying to open a can of worms or anything – just genuinely curious.