“Mum, don’t plan anything for me this afternoon, I have a date with David. Remember, it’s Valentine“.
My mouth fell open and I felt my heart sink. A D.A.T.E! at 5 years old. How does my little girl even knows the meaning of date? Winnie Pooh has never dated anyone, as far as I know. And Princesses don’t date, they marry directly.
At least she added “no worries Mum, our yayas can come. We’ll just talk for a while“. So there is still hope she won’t fall for a classmate just because he is the cutest guy in town. OK, for the date, but I added her brother as an additional chaperon. And we watched Shreck again, so she remembers that beauty is not everything. We talked about Christopher in Frozen..
I can’t believe I am already briefing her on Dates! Bah, I guess it is never too early ?
My son couldn’t care less about this girly stuff. As long as there is a scooter to ride, some trees to climb, enough yoghourt and cereals, and his (coolest) Mum around, he is fine. Men are so basic, I adore that (at this age).
I know that our role as parents is to give our kids “roots and wings”. Honestly, I am so much better on the roots parts. Parenting is a work in progress, the more I feel I know where I am standing, the less I actually really know. My kids are my beloved Zen master residents, they force me to press on pause, to think. To listen. To be grateful and to believe that tomorrow is always a chance to make it better. They change me, I grow up with them, they take me by the hand and they make me trust their instincts, and mine. Sometimes it is harder than others, but what a beautiful ride!
Happy Valentines to you all ❤