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When I was a kid, it wasn't something that I thought about much. Just another term of endearment, like sweetie or darling, something my mom said when she was happy or wanted to make me feel special and loved. I was aware that some of my friends couldn't be best girl (or boy; my brother was best boy), unless one was doing fuzzy things with the exclusiveness of the term, because there were too many siblings for all of them to be best. But isn't it something everyone's mom calls them?
She hasn't used it as much these past years. Partly, I'm just not there as much. Partly I think she's trying to transition to me being a grownup, not a little kid, and isn't sure where 'girl' comes into that. These days it's mostly my cousin who's best girl, and I'm okay with that. It's hard to compete with incredibly cute three-year-olds, especially when they're around and you're not.
So I probably didn't consider it properly until sometime probably in the past four years, when it was already rare. But one of the Three As happened to be around sometime my mom used it, and she went all burbley about how sweet it was, etc, etc, and it did occur to me that perhaps this wasn't normal in everyone's lives.
My house does its own care package system, and one morning last week I woke up way too early to find a little green paper bag outside my door. There was a card in my mom's handwriting, Dear Best Girl. And I feel special and loved.
She hasn't used it as much these past years. Partly, I'm just not there as much. Partly I think she's trying to transition to me being a grownup, not a little kid, and isn't sure where 'girl' comes into that. These days it's mostly my cousin who's best girl, and I'm okay with that. It's hard to compete with incredibly cute three-year-olds, especially when they're around and you're not.
So I probably didn't consider it properly until sometime probably in the past four years, when it was already rare. But one of the Three As happened to be around sometime my mom used it, and she went all burbley about how sweet it was, etc, etc, and it did occur to me that perhaps this wasn't normal in everyone's lives.
My house does its own care package system, and one morning last week I woke up way too early to find a little green paper bag outside my door. There was a card in my mom's handwriting, Dear Best Girl. And I feel special and loved.
