Opinion: A moment of pride
Do you ever have those moments when you look at your child and think, “My God! I created that!” My oldest daughter and I just had a conversation that included such phrases as “whistle why you twerk,” “I’ll shower after I poo,” and “I don’t have time in my schedule to take Improv because of Color Guard, Honors Biology, and my kitty cat.” Sweet mercy! My teenager is most certainly weird, but I find her refreshingly awesome.
As she heads upstairs to attend to her hygiene needs, I’m left pondering her interesting-ness. Like most high school freshmen, Corinne is still in a somewhat awkward physical stage. She’s literally climbing past 5’8” as I type and tends to slouch to fit in better with her shorter peers, although her daily marathon-length flag-spinning practices have her in amazing shape. Acne occasionally spots her pretty peaches-n-cream ginger-hair skin, but she’s become surprisingly dexterous with the make-up application so it’s not really a big a deal. In many respects, she’s just an average girl in the burb.
What makes my 14-year-old so cool though is her quirky personality and over-the-top self-confidence. This girl can literally walk out onto a field in a space-age skin-tight black pleather body suit, dance around like a cat in front of thousands of people, and not give it a second thought. She can nail at least six different accents, including Jersey Girl, Scottish, Indian, Russian and Mamaw, and frequently will bounce between a few while whipping and nae-naeing with her siblings. She believes she looks good in everything, from oversized sweatpants to the aforementioned futuristic feline onesie, and owns her unruly red hair like nobody’s business. Though a self-admitted procrastinator, Corinne’s got the best grades in the house and is already thinking Yale. As a back-up school. Did I mention her chocolate buttercream? As Corinne says in her southern Mamaw drawl, “Sweetheart, it’s to die for!”
I’m usually not one to brag about my kids, but with this daughter, I kind of like drawing attention to her uniqueness. “Hey everybody, I created that!” And she’s perfect. Peace out.