The eve of Halloween was filled with drama at our home.
Costumes already purchased were questioned. The dress-up chest was open and tulle, feathers, glitter and lace could be found from one end of our home to the other. Items tried on and discarded. Tiaras and witch hats intermingled on the table.
Nothing was right.
It was like getting ready for the prom times three.
I was out of wine.
Tears were shed. Not just mine.
This game of dress-up had turned into something much more serious and important – looking for the perfect Halloween ensemble.
No matter that it would be dark when they actually wore it and coats would be on over it.
And eventually after four hours, they all settled on the original costumes they picked out in August because they are little women – so don’t question their methods.
But this was after the biggest heartbreak of the day.
Esther came out of the bathroom sobbing as she threw her Rapunzel dress across the room.
What’s wrong? I asked gently as she tried to curl-up completely on my lap. Her long legs hanging over the edge of the couch as her bony elbows dug in my ribs and her head equal with mine.
The dress..she stammered..the dress doesn’t fit me anymore..and now I just look like a big kid trying to still be a little kid in a dress-up outfit…I don’t look like the princess that I used to be when I put that dress on.
Oh hon...I whispered..I am quite sure you are still a beautiful princess with or without that dress on.
And she cried for a bit more and then looked up at me with her tear filled blue eyes and said…mom, I’m afraid that if I grow too big that I may never be a princess again.
And my mother heart broke into a million pieces for her.
And that night I ordered four size 8/10 princess dresses with all the trimmings so she never has to give up her princess dreams.
Now if I could just promise her a forever of happily ever after.
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