This morning, my daughter had everything ready to go. She picked out the perfect dress (garnet and lace — just the right amount of style and comfort). She selected her comfort shoes (sparkly gold with a pink bow and light-up rhinestones). She packed her brand new Minnie Mouse backpack. She put the “ready confetti” from her teacher under her pillow. She wrote her letters carefully in chalk on her “first day” board. Unable to contain her excitement, she dragged her chalkboards and backpack outside well before our family was ready to leave. I was inside wrangling her little brother into clothes when she called inside to me: “Mommy, it’s time to take my first day of Kindergarten pictures! Get out here!”
I came out to see that my newly minted Kindergartner had carefully set up a photo shoot on the front porch steps. She had arranged her “first day chalkboards” and her backpack just so. As soon as I got out my phone, she struck a pose, then another, and another. I clicked and clicked, making sure to capture every last moment.
“What in the world is this?” my daughter asked holding up a picture she had found on my phone. “Is that Cinderella?”
“That’s the inside of Cinderella,” I said.
“She looks craaaaaazy!” The 5-year-old proclaimed.
This particular Cinderella did look craaaaaazy on the inside, which is precisely why I had taken the picture of the backside of a craft project I’d been working on for my kids.
I am not a crafty person by any means. My creative gifts are in crafting sentences, not art (trust me- even my stick figures end up sideways). Yet, I find enjoyment and stress-relief working with my hands. In the last many years, I’ve gotten into sewing projects, using kits (because we all know, I could not create something on my own without it being crooked and silly). With kits, I’ve made my family Christmas stockings and wreaths. This Spring, when my family was stuck in COVID quarantine after our Disney trip, I ordered a fun sewing kit to make Disney Princess dolls. The kids are loving picking out a character and watching her come together from thread, felt, and stuffing.
“Nooooooooo,” my 2-year-old son screamed into the sky! “MY BAWOOOON! Come back!”
“Well, that balloon’s up in space now,” his big sister said matter of factly.
I just stood there, increasingly frustrated, holding onto two small hands, a drink carrier of milkshakes, and a heavy diaper bag that was slowly slipping down my arm.
“MY BAWOOOON! MY BAWOOOOON,” he wailed.
We watched it go up higher and higher until it was out of sight. I sighed and voiced exactly what I was thinking: “Buddy, I told you 5 times this would happen! Why didn’t you listen?” It’s exactly the scenario I had laid out only a minute before AND the minute before that one.
The kids and I had gone out for a special Friday-Funday lunch – grilled cheese, milkshakes, and balloons for those who ate their food. My son had his eyes on a purple one all through lunch, and as we paid, the hostess made his dream come true. Two special purple balloons for two special kiddos.
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