Growing up with four brothers - I never got along well with other females. Not that I was a tom-boy completely. More so then not. But it wasn't just that. I knew other tom-boyish girls. We just didn't click. Because conversations - even with my lizard catching, b.b gun(more) toting, fist fighting girlfriends - the conversation would eventually turn to make-up, boys, cloths...which is all fine and good - but giggling has never been my "cup of tea".
As I grew into adulthood, I realized that there were women like me. I saw them characterized on television and movies. Either they existed or these characters were being written by men. However, my hopes were high that some day I would meet a woman I could become close with.
Then I gave birth to a girl. She was so beautiful. I was determined to raise her pretentious free. As she grew, her outward appearance remained stunning. She resembles the woman in the famous "Flaming June" painting.
She never was the affectatious type. That being said, my goal was reached. She was becoming my favorite person. Deep, logical, talented, quick witted and intelligent.
Sadly, she doesn't like me or anything I stand for. I don't back down from my stand. Neither does she. I will never compromise my principles. Neither will she.
Jokes on me.
I raised a strong and independent thinker.
She is just on the other side of the fence.
So here I am again - drinking some one else's "cup of tea".