tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586136105216004246.post6945193821056772003..comments2023-08-09T04:50:59.045-07:00Comments on Family in Progress: Staying Close to Girls As They GrowMaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079242466743529453noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586136105216004246.post-87142537467383368812011-10-18T09:48:21.741-07:002011-10-18T09:48:21.741-07:00Abby, it gets even more interesting when they beco...Abby, it gets even more interesting when they become teens. My husband is a long-time varsity basketball coach, and six years ago he switched from coaching boys to coaching girls. It's hilarious to hear him talk about how different it is to coach boys vs. girls. I need to get him to write about it some day. :)Maliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16079242466743529453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586136105216004246.post-16341918170487829752011-10-18T07:54:44.672-07:002011-10-18T07:54:44.672-07:00First, a shout-out to Cindy, whom I know: Hi, Cind...First, a shout-out to Cindy, whom I know: Hi, Cindy!<br /><br />This is so interesting to me because I feel like I was fated to raise boys. I am so far removed from girl-world. Sometimes it makes me sad, but it's all I know. <br /><br />I read the funniest passage in Kyran Pittman's memoir, "Planting Dandelions." As the mother of 3 boys, she says little girls are now as strange to her as boys once were. She writes: <br /><br />Whenever I babysit one of my friend’s daughters, I am at an absolute loss. I’m used to boys coming over and running off with the herd. The girls stay at my elbow, looking up at me expectantly. They want to talk. I never know what to say. “Crayons?” I offer, as if holding out a pack of cigarettes. “Something to read?” It’s awkward, like having a foreign exchange student over for tea. Boys are the devil I know.Abbyhttp://www.abbyofftherecord.comnoreply@blogger.com