There was a lot of excitement at our house today.
Someone had a big date planned this evening and couldn’t stop talking about it all day.
Her first real date. A big deal indeed.
How can she be old enough already? Obviously she isn’t. But in some ways she is. She got it. She grasped the specialness of it all. True, she loves any kind of social agenda, but it was the fact that it was just her and somebody special that had her so beside herself. Today, Mommy? Today is the day?
And what girl doesn’t love that feeling?
She wore her favorite dress. She got to accessorize with pink (of course). She used a hairdryer on her hair (!). She packed her chapstick in her purse. She felt ready.
I could see myself in her.
She had picked out a gift for her date. She couldn’t wait to give it to him. When she went to “sign” her name, she got frustrated and was about to cry because she couldn’t “do it right”.
Oh, why do so many of us try so hard for everything to be perfect? For fear that our special someone will think less? Silly, really.
She ran through the house, asking every 3 minutes if it was time yet. Staring at her new headband in the mirror. Twirling her purse. Is it time yet?
I know that anticipation.
She waited for her date to come. And when she heard his footsteps, she squealed across the house and danced in front of him. It’s time! It’s time!
I watched her all day, and especially those last 15 minutes, and I just wanted to soak it all in. I was so happy for her. I loved watching her smile at everything, the spring in her step, the true joy when she realized her special someone had finally come for her.
(Yeah, duh. She is 3, you know.)
Then, Daddy gave her a present for her to open.
A new necklace. And she knew she was deserving of it. She was beautiful for her date. At one point she told him, “You want to go with me because I’m a princess. And I’m a princess because I’m wearing a dress.” There’s obviously a lot that could go wrong with some of the things in that statement, but the important thing was that she knew that her daddy wanted to be with her that night.
And why wouldn’t he? The girl gives out chocolate.
So off they went on their date. Pizza (and gelato!!!) and a Daddy/Daughter Dance.
And the whole time they were gone, I was so glad they were able to do that. I knew that they were having a great time.
By the way, so was I. Because I had this little guy keeping me company.
You can tell he had his cool on for me. You know, man of the house and all.
And don’t be making fun of the jammies. We had snow flurries here today, so snowman pajamas totally count as appropriate attire.
They finally came back home. Mia ran into the house and hugged me like she hadn’t seen me in weeks. She missed me…even after all that…(does this mommy’s heart good).
The look on their faces said it all. They were happy. Dad was beaming. Mia was bouncing.
And guys, to hear a 3 year old tell about a date is one of the best things ever.
“Allbody wearing skirts like me!” – the need for a girl to know that she wore the right thing starts young.
“Dad kept saying come on let’s go and I said no no no no no, I want to stay!”
“I got a balloon and a rose all by myself!”
“I need my flower in a bucket on the table next to my bed so that I can look at it alot”
“I saw my friends!”
“I dance and dance a lot!”
“I miss you, Mom. I cry a little because of that.” And then she smiles…to tell me that she was just kidding but that she knew that would make me feel better.
I tucked my little girl into bed way past her bedtime and smiled, mirroring the smile that was still on her face.
It was a big day at our house.
I watched my daughter go through her day with joy, anticipation, satisfaction. I know not all days will be like that. There will be many days when she’s crying and feeling defeated or alone. And I pray that I will know how to be the support person she needs. A mother, a friend, somebody who has lived through most of what she’s feeling and gets it. The good and the bad. I hope that I will know how to pass wisdom to her, that she will always feel loved and special.
And as I stand back and watch her, I learn too. Watching her and seeing what I go through in my own life – the joy, the heartache, the feeling of inadequacies, the wonder of having somebody coming home to me – and learn how to embrace that all better. She lives it fully and dives head on.
Because today is a big day and she’s going to give it her all.
But let’s also make something clear. She’s not dating anybody but daddy until she’s 27.