Today while I was out shopping a little girl of about three and her mother passed me in the store. The little girl pointed at me and I waited patiently for the usual “why is that lady so big?”
It never came.
Instead she said wistfully, “That lady is wearing a dress. Dresses are pretty. I want to wear a dress. Why can’t I wear a dress? I like dresses.”
The child had on a t-shirt and leggings. Her mother wore the current uniform of our society, jeans and a t-shirt.
We passed each other several times as we shopped and each time the child eyed my ankle-length skirt and sweater set, and repeated her wish for dresses.
I hope Santa’s elves were taking notes and on Christmas morning she wakes to loads of pretty dresses under her tree.