Yesterday, one of my daughter’s Montessori friends invited her for a "princess" themed birthday party. All the guests (but not parents, thank God) had to come dressed as a princess and the whole event promised to be very girly. We arrived just in time for the first activity: decorating and personalizing your very own jewelry box. The birthday girl was resplendent in a blue and green sparkly mermaid costume that paid homage to her very own favourite princess, Ariel from the Little Mermaid.
My daughter’s costume, however, suffered from my inability to get organised for this party…as usual. Her costume consisted of pink leggings, a striped T-shirt and a gauzy pull-on skirt that we got as part of a fairy costume a couple of years ago. What saved us were a pair of sparkly silver shoes that I’d picked up at Target a couple of weeks ago on a weekend run to the US.
Unlike most of her regal companions, my little one looked like an alternative, pink rocker princess who fit into no Disney movie that I know! But, the beauty of being three is that she could care less – she was thrilled to be included in this "big girls’ party" and was happy just to tag a long with her friends.
Having an older brother who likes to jump, shout and play-fight, my daughter was sometimes not great the super-girly activities like ballroom dancing. However, she embraced others like the mini-manicure station, where she boldly painted her fingers in different colours because, in her words "why should I pick just one!" I was secretly proud of her offbeat choices in nail colour, which I may add, only added to the ultra-feminine rocker aesthetic! All was wonderful and pink until a cloud of pink and purple balloons descended from the ceiling onto the little princesses. The balloons, proceeded to pop loudly in great numbers and my little one burst into vehement sobs of fear. The time had come for us to leave.
We returned home from the fun party – kudos to the mom who did all that planning, it was awesome – to my son, who was pouting at being left out. My daughter immediately shed her princess skirt and planted herself in our family room with a bunch of lego and her dolls. Cinderella was home after the ball, and happy to be back in her comfort zone.