My daughter is the youngest of my three kids. When I found out that I was going to have a baby girl that third time around, I remember wondering what it would be like for her to grow up with two older brothers. Being the oldest of three children myself, with one younger sister and one younger brother, I imagined it would be much different for her than it was for me.
I truly reveled in being the oldest child in my house, but there were also times that I can recall wishing I had an older sibling to look up to – would she have her brothers to look after her?
I certainly had hoped that she always would.
Although I also worried that her brothers, despite being sweet kids and just two and four years older than she, might also do as brothers often did, and commit their fair share of picking on her. They surely seemed to get on each other’s nerves, even though they shared many of the same interests.
I envisioned a trails of tears and a slew of decapitated Barbies or baby dolls sporting Mohawk hairstyles after a cut courtesy of the big, bad older brothers.
Happily, most of my fears have been unfounded.
Sure, we’ve had some bumps in the road. There were certainly some learning curves on how the boys would include their sister during playtime-
We never did have and baby dolls who suffered at the hands of the boys. That was, of course, in part to the fact that my daughter doesn’t particularly enjoy playing with dolls and owns very few, and also that the suffering any may have endured was at her own hand.
I can remember coming across this disturbing kitchen scene, and saying “Why is your baby on the stove?” She plucked the pretend salt shaker from her mouth, shook the faux box of Hamburger Helper in the pot, and said in her sweet, young voice, “Bad baby cook.”
Here I worried about how her brothers might influence her, and for at least a moment, I wondered if I had it the wrong way around…
To an outsider who looks at my six year old daughter now though, it’s probably pretty obvious that she has brothers.
Sure, she has doll houses and princess castles, but they’re overrun with gangs of tyrannosaurus rex and gaggles of raptors. She loves to accessorize and dress up, but when it comes to Halloween and picking a costume she’s been both a princess and a predator in years past.
This year, after much debate, she decided on a three-headed dragon costume. She ultimately made her selection based on how “fierce” she thought the ensemble was and because she – along with legions of other young kids – had already been there done that with a Frozen costume last year.
This year she was ready to bring fear to the masses.
However, people who saw her wearing the dragon getup during the week’s pre-Halloween festivities kept telling her how adorable or cute they found it to be.
In their defense, it totally was –
By the time she was ready for trick-or-treat she had about enough of all that cute talk. “Who ever heard of a cute dragon?!” she exclaimed.
She knew that she had to really bring it if she wanted the people in the neighborhood to see past her big eyes and pig-tails to the fierce beast that she dreamed she could be.
So for any of my neighbors that may have made the grave mistake of calling her cute last night, I apologize if you got a growl in response. As you can see, she was totally in character.
How was your Halloween? What did your kids go as this year? Did you dress up too? Leave me a comment, I love hearing from you! I’d love if you’d share your picture on my Facebook page too!