My youngest is turning one at the end of the month and I know it won’t be long until the princess stage could possibly start. I tried desperately to avoid it with my oldest. I am not against Disney and there are many merits to each of the princesses but for some reason I had it in my head that if we started with princesses, obsession would follow. Maybe it was because I was not and still am not the girly, princess type. But from age three to six, my daughter certainly was and I gracefully embraced it.
Innocently enough, it was the summer Sasha was turning three when I saw the flier about a local production of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. The true beauty of taking an almost three year old to a musical for the first time is that one never quite knows just what to expect.
The production began and Sasha was completely, entirely enthralled, despite the fact she was missing her afternoon nap. The music numbers were fantastic, but I found myself more focused on watching Sasha. I wanted to sear her expressions of delight and awe into my brain.
Being that I knew the musical numbers so well, I was able to glance at her tiny face at just the right moments. I gazed at the wonder in her eyes when the townspeople were singing, “Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour, bonjour, bonjour!” I adored the smile spreading over her cheeks when plates and forks twirled around during “Be Our Guest!”
Frankly, when the wolves appeared on stage, during a chase scene in the forest, I was nervous she would freak. The whole auditorium was nearly pitch black. The mood was dark and I could see the wolves’ yellow eyes glowing as they ran from the wings. The music was deep and serious and the wolves began to run after Belle’s father through the woods.
Out of my almost three year olds’ lips came a sound that began as a shriek that quickly melted into hysterical laughter. And it was loud. I mean really loud. Loud enough, that the audience members around us, myself included, began to laugh too. This kid of mine was screaming with sheer delight over these terrifying wolves.
As we left the auditorium, Sasha looked up at me with those big blue eyes, stating “Those wolves were so funny Mommy!” “They were so funny Sasha, just like you!” I answered back.
Well, the Disney obsession hit full force in our house after that day…
princess toothbrushes AND toothpaste
pink, purple, and “Cinderella blue” pads of paper, and books, oh and the stickers, we can’t forget the stickers…plastered on hands, cheeks, shirts, my shirts, my couch…
plastic resealable snack bags and plastic dolls with removable plastic clothes
3T, 4T, 5T t-shirts (will it ever end?), socks, shorts, SNEAKERS, hair bows: Each and every one with a princess
And yes…Princess underwear too.
So, as the baby moves to toddlerhood over the next few months I should probably prepare myself. Thank goodness for other obsessions that will come along as they did for my Sasha: obsessions over construction vehicles, My Little Ponies, Duplo blocks, playing veterinarian…
We will survive princesses and anything else that hits our house. I suppose, one of the greatest joys of parenthood is being as obsessed about THE obsession, as much as your own kid is!