Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Traveling through time
Today and yesterday we had a couple of interesting conversations. Yesterday we got into an argument (in Walmart parking lot, of all places) about what my "real" name is. I told her it was Jennifer [Married Name]. She insisted that it was Jennifer [Maiden Name]. She would not believe me when I told her I changed my name when I married her Dad and that I was actually, legally Jennifer [Married Name] now.
When Richard got home from work last night I told him the story and he commented on what a strong Feminist our girl is, even at her young age. I also thought that she might think she lives in Quebec, where women keep whatever name they are born with, married or not.
Fast forward to this afternoon. After spending time with me at the hair salon getting cut and highlighted she helped me stir up a lovely pot of turkey-corn chowder for dinner. I tied one of my aprons around her to keep her clothes clean while she was helping me cook. Well, that retro-style apron went straight to Charlotte's head. When Richard got home from work she set about adding a comfortable pillow and blanket to his spot at the dining table and set out a place mat for his after-work coffee. That seemed like a very sweet gesture from a little girl to her Dad.
Things took a sinister turn when I asked Richard to help me out by ladling out soup for the kids while I finished up something else I was making. She told me he shouldn't have to do any work because he worked so hard all day. (This was met with snickering from behind the newspaper) She then decided that it should be my job to do all the bathing and tucking in of children at night (usually her Dad's job.) She started to say something else but I halted her diatribe after that. We didn't need any more re-defining of gender roles happening!
Yesterday a staunch feminist, today a stereotypical old-fashioned housewife.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?