women have always fascinated me. even as a child. they smelt better. dressed with more variety. had interesting gossip. looked more presentable. more so, they seemed to have a sensibility about them. so growing up i was always drawn more to women. especially those in their latter years. i took solace in their stoic demeanour honed from their experiences. their confidence and calm in conducting themselves in varied situations. perhaps that explains why i eventually became an aunty-magnet haha
what struck me as special in these women and later in myself was that regardless of how mature we became, there always remained that inner child who needed protection, who yearned to be treated as a little girl, who needed once in awhile a me-day to pamper herself like the little princess she is meant to be.
now as a mom of teen girls i am more aware of this than ever before. with them i feel like a nurturing source of security and calm. yet ironically i want them to appreciate the scared little girl inside who sometimes wants to get away to her little cove of neverland, to regroup and find myself again.and yes to even regress into a fetal position and be cradled like an infant, and to feel secure in their advice and wisdom.
perhaps someday i'll pen these memoirs of my assorted encounters of how so many mature women have mad impact in my life. knowing me though it'd probably be done posthumously.
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