It's Princess Day: A Model For Your Kids

This year on St. Patrick's Day I was taking a shower (in the afternoon, because that's how I roll) and trying to think of something green to wear.  My kids were all downstairs trying to figure out the loopholes of the green code: do shoes count?  What about socks?  Green hair can't count...but what about green eyes?  They were busy plotting and planning who they could pinch within the bounds of the law.


I, however, am not a green-person.  Green doesn't look flattering on me at all, so I really couldn't think of anything green that I even owned.  I was in a pickle, you could say.
 
However, I do have this incredible gold satin Celtic chemise with a black and gold embroidered, lace-up over dress I got at a Scottish festival.  It is undoubtedly the most epic dress I own, and I figured if I couldn't go green, at least I could go Celtic.

This is me not squinting.

So I hopped out of the shower and dug out my epic dress from the farthest reaches of my closet, behind the rest of the old dresses I don't wear anymore.  I put on the golden layers, adjusted the silk chemise and laced myself up as tight as I could go.
 
My kids met me at the stairs wearing their martial arts' uniforms, all ready for class, and I said, "Get your pads, it's time for class!"
 
The funny thing is, they hardly batted an eye at what I was wearing.  It didn't faze them in the least bit that I was wearing my Scottish garb to their martial arts class for the next hour and a half.  They just grabbed their bag of pads and got in the car, normal as always.
 
The only reaction I really got was from my 3 year old, actually.  She had just woken up from a nap and was coming down the stairs in her pajamas, and gasped in surprise when she saw me. All I heard when she turned around to go back into her room was her muttering, "It's Princess Day, I have to get my Princess Dress....."
 
Those words were fantastic to hear.  It's Princess Day.  I have to get my Princess Dress.
 
As a mother, and in particular as a homeschooling mother, it is crucial that I am a model for my kids.  They will be looking to my husband and me as models for what it means to be a woman, what it means to be a man, how a marriage works, what parents are like.  Since they are around me during the day, and every day for that matter, they will imitate how I behave, act and react to life.  
 
Ben took our oldest son out for hamburgers and pie for a "guys' night out" the other night.  The funniest thing he reported back was after dinner our son  said to him, "Let's take a walk to PetCo and look at the animals.  Mom would want us to get some good exercise."  So they went over to PetCo and I got to hear about all the little critters they saw; which was super cute to listen to.
 
The truth is, you can overthink this aspect of being a model very quickly: "I am a model for my children, so no silly stuff."
 
But that is the thing...the silly stuff is what makes the sun brighter, the flowers more colorful, the air that much sweeter.  The silly stuff makes the bubbles in summer fly farther, or the finger paint more vibrant.  It is the element that makes swimming in a lake together more memorable.  Or watching your favorite movie together and quoting all the words together, thus basically talking over the entire film.  The silly stuff adds that element of intense joy to life that you can't buy, and you can't fake.  It is genuine, it is personal, and it is loving.
 
Friends of mine have used words like "artsy" or "unique" to describe me before, which is totally valid.  They've used other words too, like "quirky," or "creative."  Truth be told, I have no problem wearing my favorite knee-high rainbow socks to church.  They're my favorite socks!  I also have no hesitation painting my living room purple, or my kitchen lavender.  Although I live a pretty straight-forward, middle-class American suburban life...if I never did these little silly things that I love, I just wouldn't be myself.  Anyone who knows me even a little bit would understand.  But more importantly, my kids know me and they understand.
 
I think it is important to the development of my kids' characters to foster the love of learning, as well as the love of thinking outside the box.  Sure, you are supposed to wear green on St. Patrick's Day...but what if you didn't?  What else could you do?
 
And that is the question I pose for myself: If I am the role model for my kids, what else can I do?
 
It's Princess Day, my friends.

 
 

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