There is something magical about a tutu. It’s the fairy tale, twirly princess, cotton candy dream all rolled up into one. It’s the artistry of Degas, childhood innocence and whimsy in a poufy skirt.
Add in a two-year old girl with blond curls, sturdy toddler legs and a laugh like the tinkle of angels’ wings –and the essence of the tutu becomes iconic.
My two-year old Kolby has yet to show interest in the Disney princess or flowing gowns. She prances right past the Cinderella section straight to the stuffed animals and cuddly monsters.
Until today –today was an EPIC girly moment.
Kolby ran to her closet and reached for a lovely ballerina frock her sister wore around age three. Little hands tugged on the dress.
“Please mommy, I wear this one?” my baby pleaded.
In an instant I had the gown over her head and Elmo t-shirt. I pinned up the long straps in the back and she stepped into the leotard. I glanced down at her cherubic face and my heart exploded into spasms of mommy ecstasy.
Kolby carefully stepped down the stairway and made her grand entrance before her awaiting father. Visions of prom and bridal gowns danced in my head.
She twirled around with a huge smile and exclaimed, “I’m so pretty daddy.”
Daddy agreed with gusto.
Tim and I laughed with glee as my eyes filled with tears while we snapped her photo –and for a brief moment time stopped.
My baby was glorious!
I’ve thought about it all morning and I can’t get the picture of her out of my head –maybe because it’s more than just a precious little girl, a tutu and a pretty princess day.
I think Kolby captured the heart’s desire of every woman from age two to eighty.
“Am I lovely? Do you cherish me? Am I worth fighting for?”
Questions we strive to find the answers for in all the wrong places.
My heart aches for the journey Kolby has just begun.
But today, for this moment, Kolby found the answer in her daddy’s eyes.
I think I might a need tutu too!
