Isn’t there a Buddhist koan that talks about your child being your greatest teacher?
Isn’t there a Buddhist koan that talks about your child being your greatest teacher?
Today I stood in line for an inordinate amount of time for this picture:
Despite the long line up and the somewhat-scoffs by others for having my daughter pose with an over-sized stuffed bunny, I’m glad I have this picture. This is my little girl — the one who woke up excited to dress up as a goth witch to have her picture with the Easter bunny. The one who didn’t care how she turned heads by her outfit, the one who boldly walked through the Lawson Heights mall and ignored all the disapproving looks at her attire. I love her SO much, and I love that she’s able to teach me such lessons, even when she’s only 5 years old.
In light of the religious implications today, I’m also reminded of this segment from Julia Sweeney’s ‘Letting Go of God,” where she talks about atonement and suffering:
Happy Good Friday, every one.
Emma’s new favorite songs to sing are from Mary Poppins (which I love *so much* more than the princess collections) — what’s funny is that she usually only sings one line, over and over again. So for the closing song, she just sings, over and over again, “Let’s go fly a kite! Let’s go fly a kite!”
Today we picked up a book I ordered a few weeks ago for Emma: Not all Princesses Dress in Pink. (perfect timing, no? especially after my recent “pretty” rant)
I’m happily surprised with how much fun this book was to read to Em. Here’s a cute little excerpt of the book, regarding princesses who work with power tools:
There’s another set of lines that read:
Some princesses roll around,
wrestling on the muddy ground,
then get right up to skip and dance
in tattered, stained and muddy pants,
and a sparkly crown.
Now these are princesses that I can dig. There’s even a page that talks about a princess putting aside her fancy shoes for shingards and cleats! If you’re a little overwhelmed by all the “happily ever after” tales on your daughter’s shelf, I’d wholeheartedly recommend this book to counterbalance the ominous Sleeping Beauty effect.
That said, I think I may have a new tact to try whenever Emma wants to watch/read princess crap stories. Rather than dwelling on the beauty of Cinderella or the naiveté of Snow White, I want to emphasize the other, more compelling qualities of the princess characters. So I can point out how Cinderella is kind to animals, and is able to find contentment, whether she’s in rags or riches. Snow White is giving and unselfish. Ariel is independent. Belle loves to read, and learn about the world around her.
Here’s hoping that by focusing on these other attributes of the princesses, I can more happily survive this particular preschool stage.
Well, since my birthday is tomorrow, I figure I better put up something about my little one’s birthday, now two weeks past.
Here are some videos of her special birthday circle at school, and her princess party:
When I’m not hopped up on cold medication, I’ll be back to describe the joys of being a tomboy mama with a princess daughter!
Time to hop back on ye ol’ blogging wagon again — I really do miss this space. Back in my blogging heyday, grrrlmeetworld.com was a place for me to really process how I felt about personal, political, and religious issues.
Today, between my Twitter feed and FB postings, I’m finding myself too diversified in my social media outlets to pay much attention to this space. And that’s a problem, considering that so much of the Twitter and Facebook world are about short-attention span reflection, rather than a spacious exploration that a blog post allows.
So here I am. And I promise to give a good effort to allow myself reflection time here — so the handful of you who are out there, and still check me out, thanks for sticking around. (and yes, thanks to even you spam-bots and occasional trolls who try to post your “thoughts” here)
Now for the infamous “catch-up” bulleted list post of what I’ve been up to:
Speak of the devil, Emmalee Anne is turning FOUR on Tuesday. At once it feels hard to believe she’s already that old. Then again, this whole year has been one of infinite changes — she’s now in school 5 days a week, she’s capable of holding full conversations with us (over all sorts of topics), and she is so tall that she’s often confused for being much older than nearly-four.This past holiday season was so fun to be a parent — Emma loved singing carols, got a kick out of the Grinch (her singing the Whoville songs was PRICELESS), and she was so fun to watch open presents.She’s definitely her own grrrl, which is both cool and horrifying to witness, as a parent.She’s *completely* enamored with the old-school Disney “Sleeping Beauty” film, so much so that we’re having a “Princess Party” for her next weekend. I joked on Facebook the other day that this must be my karma for being such a tomboy growing up! (I was the girl who wore jeans underneath her Sunday dresses) — but, despite my misgivings over shopping in the “pink” aisles at Toys R Us, I’m very happy to be the mama of Miss Emmalee. She’s shaping up to be one pretty cool kid, despite her mama’s efforts!
That’s probably enough of a catch-up, if you’re even still reading these rambles. There’s much going on in my life these days, but for the most part, it’s good. While I miss my family in the States, I have some amazing friendships here in Saskatoon to take their place. I’m content in my job, and I’m looking forward to the next steps of where I may go in my upcoming Celebrancy side-career.
Thanks for not giving up on me and my long blog-silences. Rest assured I’ll be back soon with some kind of rant about religion or politics that is bound to piss someone off.