I was learning to walk and my uncle Joe said, " look at her! She is a wee little girl!" The phrase stuck, and my parents, older siblings and extended family called me a wee little girl for a long time. "Wee" sounds like "Wii."
Video games were not invented then, and my home was surrounded with gender toys like dolls and GI Joe's. I suppose I could have asked for a GI Joe or play with my brothers toys but I never opened a gift that was not a dress, something pink, a dolly, a plastic kitchen set or a musical instrument. So what was not given to me did not belong to me.
Not long ago I was under going minor surgery and while I was becoming relaxed from the medicine the anesthesiologist gave me, he asked me questions. His comment after I told him my aspirations for my future after being a stay at home mom for 23 years, was for me to find a nice well- off man to marry. It was discouraging because I think I have more to offer society than just helping the economy by purchasing goods and services.
