My boys were about 2 and 4 years old when they were circumcised. Their foreskin wouldn't pull back or something properly and they were getting infections. They were jumping on the furniture the very next day and didn't seem traumatized in the least. I had to tell them to settle down so they wouldn't hurt themselves.
My rant today is the visit I had with my 15 yo. I wear long skirts and dresses. It's who I am. I don't like smothering, tight clothing. I loathe bras. Because of that, I wear a vest with almost everything.
My 14 yo gave me a hard time before we left: "Destinee told me to make sure you wore jeans!" Well, I'm sorry. I bought a new skirt just yesterday. If I knew I was supposed to wear jeans, I would have bought a pair. My only 2 pair are dirty right now. Sorry about your luck, but I'm wearing my skirt.
Once we got there, Zee, her friend, Destinee and I were in Destinee's bedroom at the facility. I sat on the floor- which is what I do when with friends or isolated, which we were. They freaked out on me, told me to sit on the bed. They grumbled about my fanny pack.
Tough, I don't like to go to public events the way it is, so be thankful I even showed up!
We went outside and did some activities. Destinee didn't want to participate but she was eventually pulled in. They had headbands on with pedometers on them. They were supposed to shake their heads and whom ever got the highest number won. I was sitting and watching nearby, so I said: "Hey Sis. Just pretend I'm telling you to clean your room." She was mortified. No one else heard but my other daughter and her friend. When it was over my 15 yo said: "Don't yell, ever again. It's not cute."
Then we had dinner. I had too much on my plate. We were sitting at the very end of a picnic table. Destinee asked me what I doing, so I told her, "I'm wrapping my hamburger so I can stick it in my purse." She automatically started dying of embarrassment which made me realize I spoke too loud and made me die of embarrassment. But the only people near us talked about going home and milking their goats and Country people understand about not wasting food.
My girls laughed so long and hard that I couldn't help tearing up. Before long, a few tears were falling. My 15 yo noticed right away. She's pretty empathetic like that. I blamed my tears on having an onion from my hotdog stuck in my throat.
I was miserable for the rest of the visit, feeling inadequate and stupid and unwanted. I wondered why the heck I had even gone there. I knew I was overly emotional because I was with a crowd of strangers, but that didn't help me feel any better.
On the way home, my 14 yo started picking on me again so I told her to lay off- that I was criticized enough by my hubby, parents, sister etc. Then she felt bad and said sorry and I told her it was fine.
I want to stay in my bedroom and not leave for a few years now. I'll never be refined and polished. I don't CARE to be refined and polished. But I don't want to be belittled, so I'll just keep myself to myself. It's worked out fine so far.
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