My Girl Story
When I was a young girl of 5 or 6 I wasn't anything like my sisters. They loved frilly dresses and playing with Barbie Dolls. They were neat and clean and pretty with their naturally curly hair. I was the opposite. I liked wearing pants and shorts and getting dirty while climbing trees, playing in the mud with the neighbor boys or playing ball. I didn't like pink, frills or much to do with dolls, and I was a slob. My dad and brother loved football and I loved to watch football with them. By the time I was 11 years old I wanted to be this guy.
Richard Marvin "Dick" Butkus. The #3 draft pick in 1965 and one of the best linebackers who ever played the game. He played for the Chicago Bears and I wanted more than anything to be like him. He was my hero. But then, I was only 10, 11 and 12 years old. I was as rough and tumble as I could be, even breaking the neighbor boy's arm in a game of King of the Hill. He was a year older than me and a foot taller, but I was tougher.
I had such a wonderful childhood. My parents did not push me to be girly. I liked getting a pretty new church dress, just as long as when I played I could wear britches. After all, I was the girl who always wore shorts under her skirt or dress and who was chosen first for class kickball games and Red Rover and tag. I was the girl who was a real Tomboy, one of the guys. But then something happened when I was 12, that most inconvenient thing called my period. Oh, it didn't slow me down much, but changes were happening. Physically, all of the sudden I had hair in private places and breasts that required a "training" bra, (which seemed to rapidly grow into a B Cup). It didn't stop me from playing ball with the boys, but one day I noticed that some of these guys were kind of cute. When did that happen? I also noticed how cute the boys were in school too. All of sudden I started to care about how my hair looked and how I looked in a short skirt. I even shaved my legs and wore hose to school a couple of days a week.
I was becoming a woman, and now I realize how blessed I was to be allowed to do it on my own terms. No helicopter parents to change my name to match my tomboy, or boyish behavior. No buying me a suit and tie for church because I never "sat like a lady", I had parents who taught me proper behavior and then just let me grow and develop as God intended. I pray everyday that this madness stops soon so that children today can know the true joy of childhood like I had. A childhood that made me who I am, Cindy Sue. A loving daughter, playful sister and friend, devoted wife, caring mother and grandmother.
|Our wedding in July of 1976|
|Still in love after 40 wonderful years of marriage!|
|Our family of "Skittles" -|