Then I had a little girl. No matter how hard I try, she LOVES the princess culture. No matter what options I present, she just wants the girly stuff. She wants to wear bracelets and necklaces and dresses. She prefers skirts to dresses and the day her cinderella dress arrived from grandma she was in HEAVEN. I have tired.
But, I am starting to lean into the skid, and accept the things that make her happy. I remember my mom used to say that “it makes me so happy when you guys are happy.” I remember totally rolling my eyes and thinking in my egocentric tween mind, “Yeah right mom, that is lame.” But now I get it, the happiness of my child multiplies my own happiness and sense of self worth. I love to know that the giggle, or smile, or excitement that I see on her perfect face was caused by something I did.
So, when I saw the flyer for the Princess Day Camp put on by Mirah’s dance class…what choice did I have but to sign her up?
I mean, look at her: