My five-year-old is a bad ass. And don’t you forget it. She can climb trees and swing, fearlessly, from the rope attached to her tree house. She walks the pasture by herself and ponders the horses, the fences. She is kind, observant and strong. She already has everything I always wanted for her. She knows who she is and what she wants.
Lately, that includes camouflage. I’m not speaking in metaphors here, really, she wants to wear fatigues, every day. When went shopping for clothes for Eliza a few months ago, her eyes lit up at the navy on gray pattern. After offering several other options I had a moment of soul searching in the boys department. I just couldn’t do it. I put my foot down.
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