This morning our darling 4 year old daughter, Rhys, changed her mind about the costume she would wear for her Halloween party at school.
Instead of the adorable poodle costume I lovingly bribed encouraged her to wear, she pulled a rumpled, rag-a-muffin princess dress, complete with stretched out bodice, ripped tulle and missing sequins, out of the dress-up bag it’s been jammed in for the past six years.
I had a choice. Let go or force my will on her: rumpled Cinderella or precious, pristine poodle?
I hate that I believe how she looks reflects on me. I wanted her to be the cutest child in the room, garnering “ooohs” and “ahhhs” from all the other parents at the party. So I could feel better about myself.
I had a choice. I kept my mouth shut. (A feat of strength unheard of in the past!)
When Rhys noticed on her own that the tulle of the skirt was ripped and frayed, I rejoiced inside and lovingly handed her the poodle costume. She decided instead to change into a different rumpled princess dress from the dress up bag. Not a poodle-caliber costume, but an upgrade. Again, insides roiling, I shut my mouth.
I’m grateful for choosing wisely today. I’m hoping that exercising my “shut up” muscle today will make it easier to choose wisely next time. And by next time I mean this evening when she gets dressed
as a damned poodle for trick-or-treating!
Does the poodle costume come in my size?
Make any wise choices today?