I’m six years old and the click-clack of scissors makes short work of my wavy hair. I’m concentrating hard on holding my head down like the lady told me to, and I’m watching the accumulation of brown curls in the lap of my apron. I understand little of what my mother or the hairdressers are saying, but there is laughter and smiling. I’m a good boy, they say, I held my head still and straight.
At school I’ll play with my friends Ash and William and Martin, we’ll pretend fight and play POGS and trade Thunderbirds. Girls are different somehow, they don’t even like football and they talk all the time. Just talk and talk and talk. They’re boring and sometimes they point and whisper and laugh.
And so it was for the longest time until, unexpectedly, girls became interesting. They still talked and pointed and whispered and laughed, but they suddenly looked different.
They now had something we wanted so we chased them and they ran.
Eventually we learned that it’s better to talk to girls, that kiss-chase isn’t always the best way. I still understood little of what they’re saying, but there was laughter and smiling.
I watched the grey and black hair accumulating in the lap of my apron today. I thought how strange it all is that I have a little girl of my own, and I can understand everything she’s talking about. I thought how odd it all was that she wasn’t at all boring and how I join in with her whispering and laughter.
Most of all, I thought about how glad I was that she plays with boys as well as girls.
Well written Russell.
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You’re very kind.
I don’t know what the news looks like where you are, but there’s no shortage of headlines here about how men and women aren’t playing nicely with each other. It makes me wonder how people end up so alienated.
It sounds naïve, doesn’t it?
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Oh I love this! Sharing with my husband. And my father 🙂 Well written.
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Thanks, glad you like it!
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Woww.. a nice one Russell 🙂
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Well written. I like the style that your posts are short and sweet and yet you share so much. I guess this is another difference between men and women. I go on and on and on!
Well written post.
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There’s nothing wrong with going on and on ☺️
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I love this piece
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