I have to apologize for my absence this week--my family and I have been at Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida. We had a great time even though we rode "It's a Small World" three times and I can't get the song out of my head. I fully intended to blog while I was there, but our Disney hotel charged 10 bucks for 24 hours of internet access and I couldn't bring myself to spend any more than I had to.
There are several blog-worthy items from this week, but I want to focus on one from the very start of our trip. As we were just beginning our drive my beautiful daughter said, "I'm glad I get to be with Mama and Daddy and my brother on our trip. And myself. I'm glad I get to be with me."
Little Princess has no self-doubt at this point. When we bought her a Sleeping Beauty nightgown that goes all the way to the floor, she danced around our hotel room wearing her new digs and her new mouse ears. She twirled in the mirror and admired her rainbow face paint from Epcot. She talked non-stop about everything that remotely caught her eye and it never occurred to her that we might not want to hear what she had to say.
Most of my friends and family would say that she inherited that last trait straight from me. Most of them don't know that at night, I ponder all of the stupid things I think I said during the day and wonder if people got bored with me. What happened to my kid confidence? It's in there, I know. I usually feel pretty confident, but I don't remember the last time I thought, "I'm glad I get to be with myself."
My daughter has taught me yet another valuable mom lesson. I AM glad I get to be with myself--I'm pretty interesting. I have entertaining thoughts and ideas that deserve to be admired even if I don't share them with others. Although several of them are currently set to some repetitive music...It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small, small, world....