I was so productive this morning while the kids were at Camp that I managed to even tackle some "fun" things on my To Do list. One of those things was to go and buy a ballerina costume for K. A close friend of ours is having a Ballet Birthday party for her twin girls next week, so I thought it would be fun for K to look the part. Not to mention, every little girl needs a pink tutu, right?
I am not really a "girlie girl" but this shopping excursion got my heart racing...literally. I was laughing at myself as I walked into the shop with a silly grin on my face about buying a pink tutu, sized extra small!
Then, as I was checking out and chatting with the clerk and her co-worker they offered the sage advice of experienced Moms. "Soak it up. Time flies. I just found my daughter's first ballet shoes yesterday & couldn't believe her feet were ever that small."
I started to feel the lump rise in my throat and the tears burning in my eyes as she asked, "Do you have other girls?"
"Nope. She's the only one..." and I started CRYING...right in the middle of the store! Seriously. Thank goodness I had already completed my transaction, because I had this sudden need to get out of there.
I called my sweet husband & tried to explain why on Earth buying a pink tutu had reduced me to tears. What has motherhood done to this once emotionally stable woman?
I could not wait to pick them up from camp and deliver this treat to K. She responded to her fluffy pink surprise with the glee I anticipated. R wanted to know if he could have a Tutu, too. I explained that it was a pink tutu for GIRLS, to which he replied, "Blue tutu, boys?" Not if your Daddy has any say in it, R!