Yesterday I had a hoot as I went shopping with my daughter and brought her what she thinks is her first bra. Shopping with her reminded me of when I went shopping for my first “play bra”, only down part of my experience was that I did it with my Dad. Seeing how uncomfortable he was with the experience still causes me to crack up whenever I think about.
Luckily, my daughter picked out her first bra with me and to say she was excited would be an understatement. Let me first say that my daughter is nine years old and has nothing at all that resembles a breast. She simply wanted a bra because she saw some of the other girls in gym class with one. They aren’t even real bras but rather undershirts with a bra like shape. This however is no deterrent to my daughter as she has been playing with them since yesterday. I brought her 4 sets with the matching panty and she has managed to wear each set since yesterday afternoon.
Watching her have a blast with a bra that has pictures of Dora the Explorer and flowers on them causes me to literally fall out laughing. Was I this happy when I got my first “play bra” and what is it that makes little girls act this way in the first place? I wonder if she will be this giddy when I buy her first set of panties with the day of the week written on them… lol? Will she be like me and sometimes wear Thursday’s panty on Tuesday?
Whatever the case, what really dawned on me was that my little girl will not be a little girl much longer. She is growing up so fast and every day she does something that reminds me of myself when I was her age. From hair, to make-up, to bras, she is truly her mother’s daughter.