Monday, August 26, 2013

Playing Dress Up

After the wedding, I hung my dress in my daughter's closet.  I couldn't think of a better place for it at the moment and there it sat.  A few days later, my daughter hurries excitedly from her bedroom, "Mom! Thank you for the beautiful dress!"

"You're welcome!"  There was a pause as I tried to figure out what she was actually talking about. Oh no . . .

I groaned and said nothing else about it. The look on her face said it all. She was so thrilled.  She spent our wedding asking if she could try on my dress because it was prettier than hers. Wondering why the bride's dress was prettier than the flower girl's. I promised to help her make a dress for her own wedding.  And those giant brown eyes. Wide as saucers in full anticipation of getting to play dress up in Mommy's wedding gown.  How could I disappoint her like that?

It's only things. Things to cover in grass stains, roll in the mud, chase the dog. Let's make a day of it.

Strangely, I would rather have this memory than the perfectly in tact, unused dress anyway.






Sunday, August 18, 2013

The Magic of Dog Fairies or Why My Neighbors Think I am Crazy

I was cleaning the craft room this morning, sipping my morning coffee, and my daughter comes down to ask if she can put wings on the dog. I didn't think much of it. "Sure, if you can get them on her."  So a while passes, and I still cleaning away.  THUMP THUMP THUMP down the stairs. "MOM!"

"Yes?" I had already forgotten her mission.

"LOOK!"

There was my tiny grown up wearing her wings, make up to look like a butterfly with spots, holding up a pair of blue wings for me.  And there beside her was a silly wiggly dog.  Wearing orange wings. "Momma, are you gonna play fairies with me and come to fairyland?"

"No Sweety, I'm . . . Yes, yes I am."

So we played fetch in the back yard. It is apparently called "Flingo" when fairies do it.  We played on the swings. We played chase. We made movies. It was a blast. Sometimes you just have to let the cleaning wait. The mess will still be there tomorrow. A glowing glitter covered 6 year old fairy will be on to the next adventure by then.