Loving to be a Lady

Forget anything pink and purple, I want to go climb a tree or shoot targets. Frills just aren’t for me. And I hate how everyone thinks that all girls take forever to get ready…because I don’t! And why does it matter whether I sit like a lady? It’s not that I minded being a girl; I didn’t even dislike wearing dresses. It’s just I knew that I was as strong as any boy my age and I certainly wanted to prove it. I remember well that lunch table arm wrestling in my middle school years where I tried to beat any boy that would face me. Ice hockey in the winter usually went the same way. Never mind that I was the only girl out there, I just wanted to be better than all the boys. As I grew older, not much changed. I still shoved those pink clothes to the back of the closet and practiced hard at volleyball. It had never crossed my mind that this could be wrong. I am simply the independent type that likes to fend for myself. But God created me special. I’m a delicate girl that needs a protector. I am a weaker vessel. I need a strong listener to pour out my emotions to and a strong arm to open jars for me. It doesn’t mean I am weak, I chose to call it delicate! So thanks to that thoughtful young man who came running to help me with my suitcase (though at the time I was rather perturbed because, I thought I could get it on my own!!) And to that dear older sister who informed me how wrong I truly had been to not love my role as the weaker vessel that God created me to be. So, here I am writing to you the depths of me and sometimes I wonder why I do this….but I remember once again that I want you to learn from me, and I really think there are more independent women out there than just Lanta Kaye Riffey! Learn to love being a lady!