{"id":3702,"date":"2017-03-31T11:45:47","date_gmt":"2017-03-31T15:45:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=3702"},"modified":"2017-07-19T12:40:37","modified_gmt":"2017-07-19T16:40:37","slug":"girl-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=3702","title":{"rendered":"I See the Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"

Four years ago, some of my friends and students inspired me to write the post I See the Girl<\/a>. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve thought about its subject many times since then, shopping for groceries, picking up the kids, or checking out library books. One minute it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a mundane moment and then there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a laugh or a grimace or a gesture and I find myself \u00e2\u20ac\u0153seeing the girl\u00e2\u20ac\u009d again, even in strangers. Since the original post, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve watched some of the females I wrote about face success and tragedy, and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve watched them grow up and grow older. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve laughed with and wept for so many of them. But always, always, I see the girl.<\/p>\n

Here\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the original post about \u00e2\u20ac\u0153seeing the girl.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

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I teach high school, so I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m surrounded by teenagers for a good part of my day. Long ago, I grew accustomed to the looks I sometimes get when I mention my profession, looks of pity, surprise, or my favorite: wide-eyed looks of horror. These reactions are, however, in my case unwarranted, for there are few places I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d rather be. <\/em><\/p>\n

When I say that all students have their attributes, it is not lip service. Most of the girls I teach this year, for instance, are equal parts sweet and strong, their world ripe with all that is to come. And sometimes, in the middle of a lesson or a casual exchange, I can look at one of these girls and, with arresting clarity, see what she will one day become.<\/em><\/p>\n

It is, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve come to believe, one of the delights of teaching, of seeing in the girl what she has yet to see in herself; that is, what is to come when acne and braces and backpacks disappear. Looking at the girl, I can see the woman who is to be.<\/em><\/p>\n

A while back, however, something interesting happened. One evening, just before I left for a beach walk, I went on Facebook and scrolled through posts until a picture of a group of women caught my attention. One of the women in the group, someone about my age who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d recently become my Facebook friend, was having a reunion of sorts with friends that appeared to be former high school or college friends.<\/em><\/p>\n

I looked at the woman\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s picture again, standing laughing with her friends all laughing around her, and I just saw it. Amid all the years of wear and tear, of jobs and children and the weight of living, I saw the girl, the girl she was before all of that.<\/em><\/p>\n

She was still there.<\/em><\/p>\n

Afterward, as I walked, I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get that picture out of my head, the image of woman as girl. When I saw her in person a few days later, despite the fact that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d only ever known her as an adult with all the trappings of adulthood upon her, I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop seeing the girl. I wanted to laugh, so strong was the image. <\/em><\/p>\n

After that week, something else began to change. I stood before lifted veil and began to see the girl in so many of my friends I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve only ever known in adulthood, women who now can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t remember the last time they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been carded, who can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t recall their lives before mortgages and dependents and careers.<\/em><\/p>\n

As a teenager, I first encountered the classic optical illusion drawing that looks like both a young lady and an old woman. I saw the young lady first, but once I knew there was an old lady to look for as well, I also found her. They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re funny things, those optical illusions; once you know what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s there, you usually can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t unsee it. <\/em><\/p>\n

So it is with this as well. I cannot measure for you the joy this has brought me, this still seeing what time attempts to shroud. And what a gift it is,<\/em><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>to be able to look at the woman,<\/em><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>and see the girl.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Four years ago, some of my friends and students inspired me to write the post I See the Girl. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve thought about its subject many times since then, shopping for groceries, picking up the kids, or checking out library books. One minute it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a mundane moment and then there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a laugh or a grimace or […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[2173,2175,2174],"class_list":["post-3702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-islandlife","tag-island-reflections","tag-island-thoughts","tag-seeing-the-girl"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3702","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3702"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3702\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}