Raising Her Highness has been a blast, so far. Having only one little girl, I do tend to doll her up a bit when going out. Well, I once was responsible for the dolling up process. Now, she is in charge of it all... her clothes, shoes and hair style are all in her control. Fortunately for me, she tends to pick the same styles, if not cuter, as I would anyway. She's only 5 1/2 (that half is very important to her right now) so I'm scared to learn what type of teenage fashion diva we are going to have on our hands.
Since she was six months old, the child has not left our house without a hair bow. I'm very strict with this policy. I cannot stand for little girls (or boys for that matter) to have hair in their sweet faces. Not to mention, she feels better when all of that wild hair is not in her eyes. Recently, my giant hair bow obsession was brought to my attention. Having a child in kindergarten has introduced us to many new and interesting people. Her Highness met a sweet little boy at school, whose Mom seemed pretty normal (not something to take lightly) so we scheduled a play date. While hanging out in their backyard she says to me, "Tim has really enjoyed getting to know her this year. At first he came home and said, 'Mom, there's this girl I like in my class. But, she's a BIG BOW HEAD.' But, now that I've gotten to know her, and you, I told him not to call her that anymore. She is definitely NO BIG BOW HEAD!"
I'll admit, at that particular moment Her Highness was being seen in public (for maybe the third time ever in her 5 1/2 years) without a bow. It had fallen out while she was at school, so she shoved it into her backpack.
It was one of those things where the conversation changed quickly, so I didn't get to find out exactly what she meant by it. Thunder and Lightning were fighting over a rake. Hail was throwing a temper tantrum to run in the street, so the play date ended abruptly, as most play dates do when The STORM tags along. But her words still hung with me. She's from Minnesota, I kept telling myself. She doesn't understand OUR culture. She's not the prissiest of gals either. More of the sporty type. But so am I. I just love that my sweet daughter loves to wear only pink and ginormous bows. If that makes her a BIG BOW HEAD, then so be it. I had no idea that term was even considered negative.