Michael has always had his own way of doing things, ever since that first faithful breath almost 4 years ago. He’s a kind hearted boy who does not like being told he can’t be or do something, and will likely prove you wrong. I guess he takes after me in the determination department because as I child I hated the phrase “But, your a girl….”
As a mother we want our children to think the sky's the limit when it comes to their dream, and I can tell you that after today my son can really reach the sky.
Our day began like most days do, where I would get him up and feed him breakfast before taking him to daycare. But, today while he munched on his oatmeal and I drank my tea and we discussed what he wanted to wear to daycare he requested that he wear his tutu I had made earlier in the year for his 3rd birthday party.(It was a prince and princess theme) I had grown accustom to him wearing all different things to daycare from Iron Man costumes to swimming shorts as I tend to allow him to express himself in any way he wants. However up till now he had never asked to wear any of the tutus or dress he had in his dress up chest to daycare.
For a moment I wanted to say no, but then I realized that if i told him no he might never get up the courage to wear them again. And that ladies (and gentleman) was not something i want for my son. So with a heavy heart knowing that he might get laughed at by the other little boys in the daycare I agreed to let him wear it over top of his regular clothes.
With our coats on and his bag over my shoulders we began the 4 block journey to his daycare. It had been raining the last couple of days so it was wet outside, but that did not put a damper on my son’s mood as he skipped along holding my hand.
At this point i was running through my head all the scenarios that might happen once we got to the daycare, would they ask me to take it off him, would he get laughed at, would nothing happen, would i come back after daycare to find other parents judging myself and my son.
Well I can tell you that none of these scenarios were what happened later that day when I went to retrieve my son, in fact I was a little shocked at what I found. It turns out another little boy who Michael had become friends with shortly after his arrival at his daycare centre (Michael had been in daycare since he was 9 months old and these boys had practically grown up together), had come to daycare in a elsa dress. And then the boy’s mother showed up and we began talking. Now although our boys seem to be good friends myself and his mother had not really had very many chance to talk to one another. But the words that came out of her mouth that day touched my heart.