Every time I talk to my mother, she’ll ask what the kids are doing. The response is usually the same: “Jedi’s on the computer. Buzz’s in the back, probably destroying something. And Abby’s back there with him.”
Most days, Abby wants to wear every article of clothing she comes across. This particular day, her fashion choices consist of an orange oversized skateboarding shirt which hangs past her knees on top of a blue Spiderman tee. Both from her brothers, of course. Underneath all of that, however, are pink stripes and socks with red bows.
Inevitably, a few moments later, there are cries from the lone girl of the group. From either standing her ground, or getting knocked around a little too rough. For the most part they all get along well, but when they don’t. You have to stand up for yourself around brothers. Especially a brother like Buzz.
She’ll come toddling in, voicing her frustration the only way she knows how. If she could talk I’m sure she’d let me know. 9 times out of 10, someone took her toy. It’s usually a toy that she wasn’t supposed to have anyway. A too big for her light saber or headless action figure. We have yet to fully embrace the pink section of the toy aisle.
My mom, still on the phone, listens in on Abby’s intent wails. “She’s gonna be a tomboy when she grows up”, she’ll voice without fail. “Although when you grow up with two brothers like that, you almost have to be.” Says a woman who grew up with only sisters.
Believe me, she usually gives just as good as she gets even in her small size. Who says girls can’t be tough while still being girls? If it needs to be, though, the pink stripes and red bows can remain our little secret.