There was a moment I realized that I was the son and the daughter to my parents. I am an only child, so I did a wide variety of activities. My dad encouraged me to do things that he liked because he never had a son to hang out with. I learned how to quad, fish, and snowmobile with my dad. My mom and I did things like scrapbooking, baking and crafting.
I was taught that it did not matter what I did or played with I was still a girl, and girls can do anything boys can do. My imagination let play with barbies on the floor with my mom and play with farm toys on the floor with my dad. I enjoyed playing with both girls and boys toys. As a young child, I participated in dance wearing ballet shoes and skating wearing hockey skates for many years. To this day, I still do many activities with both of my parents. I help my mom at the flower shop and also help dad on the farm. At my mom’s flower shop I help her with customers flower designs, and whenever she needs an extra hand. I also help my dad on the farm where I operate big machinery and help with jobs that need to get done around the farm. When I was first born my dad was unsure about what to do with a girl because he grew up in a family with all brothers. He encouraged me to do many things, but sometimes I was too stubborn to enjoy the activity. He has done most things with me as he would have done with a son. He did not want me to be the girl that did nothing or was too scared to try anything. He is proud that I can do most things he has taught me. Even though I did both girl things and boy things I knew I was a girl. I was a girl who did everything. Some of my friends that were boys were jealous that I could do the things they could not. From the moment I realized how lucky I was to have the opportunity to do all of these activities I was happy to be the son and the daughter to my parents.
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Most probably would think I was too young when I got my first cell phone. It was for this reason I got a phone at the age of 12. I was babysitting at a new family’s house one evening. They had no landline phone in the house for me to use if I had any problems while babysitting. Later that evening the husband came home intoxicated before his spouse. His wife texted my mom and asked her to pick me up from their house. The husband told me were coming for me, but he didn’t know when. I was patiently waiting for them. My mom and dad were on their way, but they were out of town at a friend’s place. They had no way to contact me. That was the moment my mom said I needed a phone.
I was in grade 6 when my parents took me to get my very first phone. Opening the door to the phone store and walking in I was filled with excitement. We were greeted by the saleslady. She was asking my dad many questions about the phone type and the plan he wanted for me. As I was sitting at the counter patiently, I was looking at all the phone cases on the far wall that were brightly colored and sparkly. As the lady at the store was getting my phone set up, my dad let me pick a case to protect me phone. I got a purple lifeproof case because dad said then it would not smash when I dropped it. My phone was finally ready. The sales lady handed me my very first cell phone, it was a black 4s iPhone. When we got in the vehicle and headed back home my parents told me about the rules of having my phone. Rule 1: this is only for emergencies. Rule 2: you are the first one in your class to get a phone, so you aren’t allowed to take it to school. Rule 3: you can’t brag to your friends that you got a phone because you only got it for specific reasons. Rule 4: dad owns the phone so he can take it away whenever he wants. I was excited I got a phone, but I knew I had to listen to the rules if I wanted to keep it. Many other kids did not have cell phones at this age, but that didn’t make me any different than them. |
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