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Dimples…Lord Help Me!

The Little Woman is three years old… going on 30. She has (as my Dad would say) plenty of bounce to the ounce. She’s not big, but no-one could ever forget she was around. Not that she is loud necessarily. More, one might say, active. Engaging. Chatty. Wilful. Expressive. Gorgeous. Wilful (did I already mention that?).
But she has dimples.

I say this as one who always coveted dimples (I don’t know why dimples are regarded as cute? They just are.) I used to suck my cheeks in hard while waiting for the school bus, hoping my flesh might forget its old form, and remain in the desired indentations either side of my mouth. Sadly, Mother Nature thwarted me in this endeavour, and I remain dimple-free to this day. (At least on my face! In a perfect world, dimples would be considered attractive on ALL parts of one’s anatomy).

But the Little Woman has dimples to die for. It was one of the first things we noticed about her after birth, and something I wondered at in those precious few days when it was just she and I in that hospital room. A daughter with dimples. How clever was I?

She didn’t take long to learn how to use them either. Of course, she doesn’t know yet the true power they might wield. They are (for now) innocent accompaniments. They flirt at showing themselves during conversation, and distract the listener from the earnest chit-chat at hand. They hover mid-cheek as she explains and gestures and demands (as 3-year-olds are wont to do). They disappear as she throws a hissy fit, all storm clouds and bad manners. She relents and asks forgiveness. Then she smiles.

They flicker and then burst into full-blown dimpledom. Deep and delicious. And distracting whatever guardian is being appealed to regarding her latest misdemeanour.

I worry about these dimples though – how can anyone possibly resist? Will they ruin her, let her smile her way out of any scrape? Will they mesmerise teachers and allow them to gloss over her lack of knowledge, will they attract the male species before she is ready. Before her Mum is ready?

I sometimes rue those indentations. And despite my initial enthusiasm, I now doubt the advisability of having a daughter with dimples.
I frown in anticipation of Trouble. With a really big T.

Then she smiles

10 Comments

  • Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)

    Do not be fooled Deb… she CAN beautiful, but one day, real soon, I will show you her “Mad Face” (her name for it). Scares the pants off me (and anyone within 20 metres!).

  • Pencil Writer

    Precious, precocious child! Can’t wait to see the “mad face”. Kids! Whatever would we do without them? Check out my grandson on my daughter’s blog, bugsinthedessert.blogspot.com. Please! Don’t let your cute daughter meet my cute, dimpled grandson, who as you fear, already knows how to “work it”. Whatever can parents/grandparents do to protect the world with cute dimpled children on the scene?

  • Anonymous

    I, too, have known the trauma of raising a way-too-cute youngest daughter. She smiled her way into and out of more than I want to know about. Then in the blink of an eye she is mother to four extremely fine grandkids and writing a blog called “Raising country Kids”. Go figure.
    The “too cute kid” thing seems to pass down thru the generations, don’t you think?
    Erin’s Dad

  • A

    Oh what a smile that is!
    Of course she’ll use it to get out of trouble – But with a gift like that how could she not! So long as she knows when to ‘work it’ as opposed to when she has to ‘work it out’.

  • Jenny

    Oh, is she ever a cutie-pie! I love those dimples. Isn’t it funny how those little indentations can cause us such trouble?! Thanks for stopping by my little blog today.

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