I disliked my freckles as a child. I think all children dislike things that set them apart. I hated those freckles my whole life until eventually I figured, "whelp, I guess they aren't going away."
(There is a book by Julianne Moore which is really quite cute, where the little girl says that she can't wait until her freckles fade, as adults always promise you they will, and then she meets an adult who hated HER freckles as a little girl too and, guess what, they DIDN'T go away but she is still happy. I would be happy if my freckles had made me famous too, by the way. But I digress from my digression, the book is Freckle-Faced Strawberry, and it is worth the read for your little person who hates their freckles.)
But, even though I have gained serenity about my freckles, I can't say they are my favorite of my features.
Also: I love my mom, but she isn't known for making excellent fashion choices for her kids when we were little (which she freely admits). That suit, shown here on my 8th birthday I believe, is practically pornographic. And, yes, that doll is totally a water baby.
I CAN say that I now totally get what people were talking about when they told me that they were cute on a child. Because LOOK AT THESE FRECKLES!
Love my dappled things.
Side note, I have always attributed my kids freckles with my own, because I have way more than Greg, and he mostly has them on his arms, but here he is as a little guy, and there is a sprinkling there on his nose!
*Yes. I totally did quote Gerard Manly Hopkins in this post title. And, yes. I totally remember poems I read in my senior year of high school. I am just that weird.