It's a girl thang!

Our wonderful friend, Keshia, experiences the Cathcart circus.

I was (luckily) raised by two parents that repeatedly told me that I can do anything I put my mind to.  As I've mentioned before, my mom was a trailblazer in her day, supported entirely by my dad, so I saw that women are capable and talented.  However, my parents also said that when we were growing up, there was societal pressure to raise kids entirely the same.  The feminist movement insisted that children choose careers that historically have been gender specific (ie: nurses for a woman and a banker for a man) because their parents taught them to prefer certain things from infancy.  My parents swore that they raised us the same: gender neutral toys, colors not specific to a gender, etc. But, they said no matter what they did, I would nurture a teddy bear and trevor would grab a car and ram it into the wall.

Boy is that the truth.  It is so weird to see Reagan take the exact same toy of Ashton's, and use it for an entirely different purpose.  Ashton is all boy and Reagan is all girl.

Ashton threw himself down the stairs to learn how to go down them properly.  Reagan taught herself how to go down stairs in a calculated and very gentle way (but learned quicker than her brother), and has never fallen down them.

Reagan loves dress up and will put on anything, constantly bringing me random articles of clothing all day long for  this game.  Ashton hates getting dressed and always makes us engage in a wrestling match to get his "privates covered," much less get him entirely dressed.

Ashton will jump off of a four foot wall.  Reagan has little interest, except to watch.

Reagan loves to dance.  Ashton begins dancing for 3 seconds then breaks into a sprint around the house.

Ashton fell off our bed about a thousand times trying to learn how to get off it without assistance.  Reagan has mastered her descent and has yet to fall, because she thinks before she acts.

Reagan will grab any shoe and put it on.  Ashton chucks shoes across the room at 100 miles per hour.  For the record, I absolutely hate this trick of Reagan's. (I can't find like 4 complete pairs of shoes and am down to my last weather appropriate pair.  And every morning I search for the lone rangers, hoping I'll find them. Cute, but totally annoying!)

I guess the point of this post is to remind us to relish in our differences, because both female and male character traits make our world go round.  And there's nothing wrong with that.