tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post3609750761729393285..comments2024-03-27T03:25:08.267-07:00Comments on Life in the Shoe: DaughtersDorcashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07050605764466835485noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-66276927650722220862008-12-12T06:59:00.000-08:002008-12-12T06:59:00.000-08:00I have five males of all ages, including their da...I have five males of all ages, including their dad. Coming from a predominately female home this was a shock, to say the least! I had to learn how males are wired and not impose feminine weaknesses on them, like my prohibition against rifles and motorcycles. And then there was one daughter and the LORD decided he wanted her so I am still left with five males. <BR/><BR/>I love them dearly. I can easily talk their language, think like them BUT I weary of it after a while. I miss deeply the girly things my daughter and I enjoyed. I feel so alone at times. But I choose not to wallow in it and find something else to do. This is what God choose for me, so I will rejoice and be glad in it.<BR/><BR/>Except sometimes the rejoicing gets a bit teary!<BR/><BR/>Loved your post, BTW!<BR/><BR/>SandraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-441729420310025222008-12-11T13:11:00.000-08:002008-12-11T13:11:00.000-08:00I am one with all boys (4 plus Papa) in the house....I am one with all boys (4 plus Papa) in the house. Even the dog is male. Well, he used to be male. :O f I want female companionship, I must go out with the ducks. I just can't talk their language. :)<BR/><BR/>Oh thanks for the Skin so Soft info. I just need to figure out how to get some. <BR/>KimKimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01101766685572321533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-21437073902363394692008-12-09T15:51:00.000-08:002008-12-09T15:51:00.000-08:00Can i say, from the other side...I have three olde...Can i say, from the other side...I have three older brothers, but they went to live on the farm with their dad before I started grade school. I think I got my tomboyness from being with them--or maybe it's just genetic, because it never wore off. I never liked all the girly things--make-up and boys and parties and crafts--and when I had my daughter, I think I was still rebelling against all that stuff and didn't do much of it with her.<BR/><BR/>But now that I have a son--and a yard littered with Tonkas and every conceivable thing made into something totally different from its original intent--I have the freedom to do the "girly" things, and you know what? My son delights in them! He can make anything from paper and tape. He loves to bake cakes, so we do that way more than I ever did with my daughter. He is sooooo creative that I have gotten brave and we are getting more creative in our gingerbread creations...last year a train, this year a pirate ship...<BR/><BR/>Sons are the best!! But daughters are great too. <BR/><BR/>I'm sorry for my daughter that my son got more the "real" me. On the other hand, my daughter gets the real me now that she's grown up...And she is one of my best friends. Kids are great!!KaraBeaglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09519711290091911234noreply@blogger.com