It would be our first full weekend as Mother and daughter. Dad had taken the boys on a weekend camping/fishing trip. (When I am talking about my three brothers I almost always refer to them as the 'boys' as opposed to myself who was not one of the boys.)I was seven years old and just two months from turning eight. While Mom and I had had spent a great deal of time as mother and daughter. This weekend was our first full weekend as Yvonne and Mom.
I woke up just as Dad and the boys were getting ready to leave. I heard Mom say, "Have a great time with the boys dear."
I heard day mumble something back to Mom and she said, "Barry, I just wish you would let Yvonne be Yvonne. This is her choice. This is her life."
"Nancy who really wanted to have a daughter. Now you have a daughter. I hope you and . . . Yvonne have a great weekend together.' As usual I could pick up on the disdain in my Dad's voice when he said 'Yvonne."
About three houns later, two of which had been spent on doing my makeup, Mom and I were ready to head out to the mall, our first stop of the day. Together we selected an all pink look for me -- pink dress, pink ribbon in my hair, pink lace necklace, pink clipon earrings and soft pink lipstick. While even Mom admitted it was maybe a bit overstated for a girl my age, she suggested that I should have my picture taken professionally while we were out.
on the different dress.
The dress we finally selected was a white dress with a putple sash. We bought me a white flower to wear in my hair. It was being held at the church Mom and I often attended. No one at the church knew that I was a little boy.
It feels so strange saying that -- no one knew I was a little boy as if I was a little boy.
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