My Son Wanted to Be Sofia the First
This morning, when my son asked to be Sofia the First, I thought, why the hell not?! And off we went to Walmart.
As he went through the costumes, he took his time picking exactly what he wanted. He had a vision of who he wanted to be today and I was going to help him make that a reality. (Thanks to his very generous aunt, I had the money to let him!)
After deciding on a dress, shoes, the most perfect tiara and a fairy tutu, he was set. You couldn’t have beaten the smile on his face – he was so proud. So. Incredibly. Proud.
When we arrived home he asked to get dressed right away. He looked amazing. Beautiful! And so bloody happy! It made me happy, too.
I wanted to share how cute he was on Facebook, but for a millisecond, I hesitated. What would people think?
What would friends, acquaintances, and strangers think of my beautiful little boy princess? Would we be judged? Would anyone dare judge my perfect little boy because he wanted to be a princess today? Would they call him
names, laugh at his joy, tell me I was ‘ruining’ him?
It only took me another millisecond to realize that I don’t care. I don’t care what anyone thinks, but I do care about those who would be joyed from seeing my child so excited. I cared that he was happy and free to express himself however he felt was right. I never want him to feel there are limits on his joy simply because it may make someone else feel uncomfortable.
It is my dream that every person on this planet can dress, act, and express themselves however they want without the judgement of others, as long as they aren’t hurting others in the process.
Narrow is for pathways and restrictions are for liquids at the airport.
Listen to your children. You may never know their true joy if you spend your time worrying about what others may think.
So, there you go. If you don’t like it, don’t tell me. I’m too busy enjoying my child for everything he is and everything he wants to be in life, whether it be a garbage man or a princess.
Born and raised in Eastern Canada, I was surrounded by humour and raised by a ridiculously funny family. I always knew I wanted kids, but when I left a museum manager’s position to become a stay-at-home-mom of two little boys, I was in for a whole new kind of life. I learned quickly that you can love your life and family, and still being honest about the unglamorous parts. I prefer using humour and satire to express my truth. You may not like what I have to say, but I always welcome you to take a glimpse in to this crazy place I call home at Cold Coffee Confessions. You can also find me on Twitter.
