If there was one thing my mom loved to do, it was to dress up me and my sisters as if we were her own personal Barbie dolls. We were the girls in the absurdly puffy pink and purple dresses, complete with big sleeves and copious amounts of frill. Adding to our ensembles were white lacy socks, black Mary Janes, and big flower-y headbands. It didn’t just stop with the accessories either; my mom always made sure to set our hair in sponge curlers the night before any birthday parties or school functions that we were planning to attend. And once the curls had been brushed out the next morning, she would move on to our bangs, where she would trim and tease until that small row of short, jet black hair above our eyes screamed, “THE 80s!”
At the time, I wasn’t a huge fan of my mom’s overzealousness when it came to dressing me and my sisters. Nowadays, however, when I look back and think about those memories I have of her, I can’t help but smile. We were her girls, her female cameraderies, the sisters she never had. I think that all of the time and effort she put into something as simple as dressing us is one of the ways she showed just how much she loved and valued her daughters.