Sure, it was borderline trickster behavior, but I thought it was cute. My son, then 5, was thrilled Donnie had done something (anything) original. My daughter, who was just shy of her fourth birthday, was immediately pissed off.
I know, I was shocked too.
I watched them closely, not because I was concerned, but rather because this kid had everything I’d ever crushed on when I was a young girl.
I silently hoped my children would grow to be as resilient. It has never crossed my mind they won’t need to be.
Opening the bright pink package she discovered not only had the fun arrived, it was full of items featuring the fiercest, feistiest princess of them all: Merida.
All of this happened on a playground, with my children under my feet, and dozens of other caregivers and kids standing witness, their jaws agape. Take it personally? You bet I will.
As a child I lived on base. We stopped and turned in the direction of the flag every night at dusk, whether it was in view or not. We stood silently as Taps played. We honored the flag, all it represents, and all who serve.
That said, I don’t understand what all the fuss is about.
It is one of the most frustrating parts of being a parent; just as some real conversation starts, Life happens (or a shiny object skips across the mind’s eye), and you put the moment on hold. Once you circle back to the topic your kid has forgotten what they wanted to say.
Is it a perfect photograph? Are the colors less beautiful for the softness of the focus? In reality there is no such thing as perfection, for certainly beauty is subjective.
My mommy-sense prickling the back of my neck, I asked him, “Who is saying these mean things to you, baby?”
“The world, mama. The world tells me that.”
So, yeah… Rebelshire has a fecking elf. He arrived 3 years ago in a fit of desperation on my part. Trapped at home As a stay at home mom of not one, but TWO rambunctious toddlers in a small NYC apartment, I was game to try anything that might get them to calm down as the holidays…