I used to judge parents who did what I did. I ranted about proper role models, body image, sending the wrong message to young girls. I’d like to take a moment to apologize to my former unmarried, childless, feminist self. I did what I said I’d never do. I bought my daughter a Barbie. The worst kind. Wedding Barbie.
I welcome stories from those of you who had Wedding Barbie as a child and didn’t drop out of school at 17 to marry a guy who drove an RX7.
But look at the joy on her face! And this isn’t the first time I’ve done something as a parent that I said I’d never do.
Natalie turned six last month. We celebrated at the place of her choice: Red Robin of course.
Natalie had a big year. She started kindergarten, learned to read entire books, lost a few teeth, and got her first note from a boy who appreciates her neat handwriting and the fact that she’s nice.
Happy birthday, Nat Nat!
Oh, my dear Rebekah-- You make me laugh and I miss you and your funny stories. Hope everything is as awesome as it appears to be.
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