tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490681017967743184.post1825954379974755508..comments2023-07-30T10:42:33.099-04:00Comments on Only A Mere Woman: Ashamed & Afraid: Mean GirlsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490681017967743184.post-7934609881773593082015-11-01T21:55:44.060-05:002015-11-01T21:55:44.060-05:00Sorry for taking so long to publish your comment! ...Sorry for taking so long to publish your comment! My new policy is to wait until I have time to reply. Otherwise I forget to. :-/<br /><br />I *hate* the gender segregation thing! Yeah, chatting about mom stuff can be nice and all, but I really miss the intellectually stimulating stuff that guys seem to talk about. Though hanging out with guys so much did come with it's own hazards... <br /><br />I'm hoping I can help my kids grow to be the people they truly are, and to love themselves as God made them. I just wish it didn't require me digging so much into me.<br />Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08013142402527598378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490681017967743184.post-14397357839592011842015-10-09T09:58:11.357-04:002015-10-09T09:58:11.357-04:00Hope you see this, given that it's an old post...Hope you see this, given that it's an old post .... but I totally identify with you here. I got teased badly by girls during the years I was in school. But I also got harassed by boys. I grew up with a brother so I hung out a lot with him and his friends ... but I also had to deal with a lot of "we don't want you around, you're an icky girl." I hardly know how to feel about it -- mostly I just don't like people! ;) That is, I fear strangers and it takes me awhile to feel safe with people, till I know that they're okay.<br /><br />I'm not into girly stuff, but not into boy stuff either. I like a random assortment of crafty and brainy stuff which not many people get. I love being married because that means I have one person I can talk to about pretty much anything. I like mixed groups -- I hate it when parties seem to gender-segregate. The conversations are always better when they don't. <br /><br />I'm proud to see that so far my daughter isn't any different from her brothers -- she gets into things, she likes hugs, she loves to play, she smiles a lot. I hope that as she grows up we are able to show her that she doesn't have to fit into a certain mold to be loved. She just has to be her best self, and the right people will love her for that. And the wrong people -- why waste time on them?Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10853868724554947854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490681017967743184.post-27494397915823207122015-10-04T22:49:46.646-04:002015-10-04T22:49:46.646-04:00That sounds like a really good way to look at it! ...That sounds like a really good way to look at it! She is such a complete sweetheart right now. I'll try to remember the conditioner trick when she gets hair. We seem to go the bald route for a while...<br /><br />I hope your birth goes well!Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08013142402527598378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490681017967743184.post-80229393674998244342015-09-08T10:39:00.161-04:002015-09-08T10:39:00.161-04:00I'll be honest, I am currently expecting my fo...I'll be honest, I am currently expecting my fourth child... and my third girl in a row. I was not happy to be having yet another girl, almost devastated, even. I love my girls. LOVE them. But I did not want another one. I think that comes from the general distaste I have for the way certain women are. After many tears and late night discussions with my husband, he said something that changed things for me a bit. I have another girl to raise, yes, but another girl that I can put out into the world that I will teach to be kind, loving and Christ-like. Another girl that won't be a "mean girl" and will be a good friend to other girls. So, I guess what I'm getting at, is enjoy Mary. Teach her to be kind. The rest will follow. Oh, and a little bit of conditioner diluted in water goes a long way at hair brushing time. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490681017967743184.post-81578677843265492352015-07-15T23:15:33.901-04:002015-07-15T23:15:33.901-04:00:) I'm glad to hear you are at a point where ...:) I'm glad to hear you are at a point where you are comfortable being you! I'm still working on it; I thought I was fine until we found out Mary would be joining us in August. Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08013142402527598378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490681017967743184.post-2464335480384341952015-06-15T13:52:50.544-04:002015-06-15T13:52:50.544-04:00I somewhat identify with this. I always thought t...I somewhat identify with this. I always thought that it would be easier for me if I were a boy, I love football, "man" food, beer, and most sports in general. I'm in the male-dominated field that is law enforcement. I can't stand most women, the cattiness, the competition, the back-stabbing. I act more male than female at times- I don't hold back and I will call you out on your actions. I always know I've found a good female friend when not only does she not hold a grudge, but will call me out on my own stuff and not go behind my back about it. And yet at the same time, I love being a mom. I like to dress up every now and then and doing "girly" things too. So what am I? I am me. I don't fit into a tidy little box, and I don't believe anyone truly does. Take me as I am or don't, no one decides my worth but the Lord. It took a long time, but I've become comfortable in my own skin and don't care a single bit about what others think of me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com