I like to think that I’m really playful with my daughter. After working with other people’s children for a decade facilitating play and drama classes, I pictured myself being the kind of mom who gets on the floor and plays, you know?
The kind of mom who chases her little one on the playground pretending to be the monster that all the kids run from. The kind of mom who is happy to become a fairy princess with hot lava power anytime her child asks.
HA! Most days, I’m the mom saying things like, “No playing at the breakfast table. Eat. We’re going to be late,” or, “Can’t play…I’m working,” when—let’s be honest—I’m actually reading articles on Facebook. Where did my all my years of “Say Yes” improv training go?
Still, every once in a while my playful side kicks in and can’t be stopped. Like the other weekend when our daughter climbed into bed with us (and when I say us, I mean my wife, my Yorkie, my chihuahua, and I) and went eye to eye with the dogs.
“Get excited,” she told them. “Today is your wedding day.”
My daughter is very persuasive…in the future CEO, #banbossy kind of way. She went on, in detail.
“First, we need to go to the pet store and buy wedding outfits. We need a flower girl…that’s me. And a what’s it called, Mommy? Right…offici…officinator…that’s you, Mama A. Mama L can be the…okay, fine…photographer. We need invitations. And a dance party. There is a lot to do. I’m getting in the shower.”
I honestly don’t think she even said good morning to us. Her vision was so clear. And our schedule…so empty. So I put on my most regal robe and Lynn downloaded, “Who Let the Dogs Out” for our reception. Not only did our pet store have cute doggie outfits, they even had a wedding cake of sorts.
Once everyone was dressed, including our Squirrel (in a Minnie Mouse costume for some reason), we created an aisle in our living room. Lynn cued up the “Wedding March” and flower petals, along with some dog food, were tossed all over our floor. Even though I was prepared to lead a dog wedding ceremony that included great language for modeling positive, life-long relationships, Little Miss #banbossy took over with something like…
“Doggies, to be married, you have to stop barking so much and treat each other nice. Now kiss!”
Cue, “Who Let the Dogs Out.” We danced like nobody was watching. Hopefully, nobody was.