And one of the best things about her is that she is solidly and completely HER. The very Sprout-ness of her. She does her own thing, she is her own girl.
She was never a princess girl. She played dress-up in the police and fireman outfits that we bought to enable her brother to participate in dress-up without completely freaking out his father. He continued to wear the tutus – he’s also very solidly himself.
She worked her way through every sport available to man (and woman) before setting her sights on co-ed flag football. Now she wants to play rugby.
She not only marches to her own drummer, she IS her own drummer. And that is so awesome I can’t even fully express it.
On top of it all, the girl is, quite literally, a rock star.
She participates in The School of Rock – her primary weapon is the electric guitar, but she is equally thrilled to sing, play percussion, and even throw in a little bass action.
She’s cute, right?
All of the other girls tend to wear dresses, fancy things, borderline sexy things. I am happy for her not to head in the sexy direction. So wrong on a 12-year-old.
For some reason, her upcoming show season (the musical stylings of Michael Jackson) has her taking a different tack as far as what she’s going to wear.
First she wanted to emulate The King of Pop. She mulled over sequined socks, the single glove.
That passed. Probably a good thing.
Last night on our way back from her practice I asked if the other girls were talking about what they were going to wear. She said yes and looked a little thoughtful. Perhaps sheepish.
I said – Are they dressing in fancy clothes? Dresses?
She said – Yeah, I guess so.
I said – Do you want to wear something like that?
She said – Maybe.
So last night we went through her closet and picked out an outfit that is totally Sprout. Yet totally the rock-star girl version of her.
And these shoes:
It’s gonna be epic!