AnnE with an E

This past week, I watched the new Netflix series AnnE with an E.  I didn't hear about the Anne of Green Gables books until adulthood and haven't picked them up.  I had hoped to share them with my daughter, but they are not her style in the slightest.  I would have loved them as a young girl.  I am still tempted to pick them up, but my list of yet to read is so large now that I figure the television drama will have to be enough at the moment.

Many moments of the drama held emotional scenes, but one I have been thinking about over the last couple of days.  Anne woke in the middle of the night with blood all over.  Not having been educated about growing into a young woman, she believed herself to be dying.  Her newly adopted mother helped her through the process and all turned out fine after she talked with her friends.  The poignant aspect had to do with her father figure, Matthew. 

With a mission in his heart, he rode his horse into town.  Selling his pocket watch, he awkwardly entered a dress shop and ordered a dress with puffed sleeves, Anne's desire.  Being quick to tears, I shed a few at the love being expressed between a father and daughter.  The episode took me back to my past.

I remember the day I became a woman.  My experience wasn't as tragic as Anne made hers out to be, but like all girls, I had some adjusting to do and didn't like it.  My Dad made the moment special.  He didn't buy me a dress.  Instead, he brought home a pair of earrings.  I still have them to this day.  They are in the image of M&Ms, cute and whimsical. 

The gift meant the world to me.  I don't know if my mom prompted him.  And that doesn't matter in the least.  At the time, he was the most important man in my life.  He showed me that I was becoming a young woman and the world wasn't coming to an end, just as Matthew did for Anne.  My prayer is that all girls would have such a father figure in their lives to help guide them into the world of adulthood.