By Tami Knight
The recent question posted, “Did your mother dress you?” prompted this big sister history.
Nancy, my older sister and I dressed up and played sisters in our early years. I don’t recall whose idea it was, but it started very early and I loved it. Our frequent dress-up sessions were after school and could only last until just before Dad came home for dinner.
Mom would tolerate this provided it didn’t happen too often as she preferred us playing outside. On the other hand, there were times when Mom played along and made her “girls” a snack, dolled us both up or took us out in the car on an errand.
Through grade school, Nancy would offer me anything (mostly school clothes) she had outgrown or just didn’t like. She had no hesitation in sharing these hand-me-downs as she knew well that I idolized her. I loved her gifts, too, and she knew it.
I recall one shopping trip for school clothes, when in the girls’ department, Mom held a couple dresses up to me to make her decision to buy for Nancy or not. I think she knew I enjoyed that.
One babysitter thought my dressing up was fun, too. I recall being paraded out of the bedroom in front of one who laid on the couch as I tried on several of Nancy’s better dresses with a bow in my hair. Compliments came with each outfit and I was told how pretty I was. On this occasion, Dad learned about it and Nancy got scolded badly. Thankfully, Mom didn’t share much with him about my history of after-school dressing and Nancy and I continued as best as we could in secret.
There came a time when we moved to northern Michigan, but Dad still had work 250 miles to the south. This period freed up some weekends for spending most of Saturday with my sister as a sister. It was also a time when Nancy’s circle of girlfriends was expanding and she was most interested in spending time with them.
More than once when she was out, I was home alone in my room in a dress. She would bring a friend over and they would discover me. Sometimes her friend would laugh and tease me or compliment me and show interest. Yes, word among the kids spread that I might be a girl.
As we became teens, all this changed. Only occasionally did my sister and I have instances to talk of these memories and she would ask if I still wanted to be a girl despite knowing the answer.
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