I Will Go And Sniff Some RosesSaturday, August 27, 2011
Guest Blog by my 14 year-old granddaughter
Rebecca Anne Stewart
I have a theory on growing up, when you are a child you dream of being a grownup because you idolize mom and dad. When you are a teenager like me, you wish you were an adult because you want more freedom or you are able to legally have a drink, but once you hit adulthood, in many ways, you wish you could turn back the clock.
I’m at a stage now where I have my own tastes and I like to think for myself. I believe my grandparents whom I visit every Saturday are having a hard time grasping the concept. I’m always told by my grand parents, particularly my straight-laced Scottish grandma that when I wear makeup or dress up rather tight-fitted clothing, I look too old for my age. My parents will tell me before I go out “Chip some of that makeup off please, you can’t even tell it’s you.” Or “I would like to see less of that belly button.”
It puzzled me why my parents and grandparents were so astonished by the way I have recently been dressing until last Saturday when I came to visit Abi (Rosemary) and Papi (Alex) and I wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup and had left my rather unruly, thick curly hair be, instead of doing what I usually do, straighten it with a flat iron. My grandfather looked at me in awe and said “You look fabulous!”; “you look just like the Rebecca I used to know.” I suddenly knew why my grand parents were not keen on my normally straight haired makeup wearing self. They missed the old me, the little girl who at one time would run out back and sniff the roses and drink tea and could name the names of all the hostas. This was not me anymore I am not seven I am double that age I am interested in boys and going out with friends and I have my own style. As I write this I have my hair straight and makeup on but in spite of all of that I think I will go and sniff some roses.