Monday morning. This momma of dark,Irish, Rosemary O’Toole roots, got up and got dressed. Paying homage to the Irish in me, I donned some green attire and a sparkly “thanks to Maddie” green necklace. Proceeding with our morning, Maddie snuggled on the couch watching a cartoon clinging to the “you can’t get rid of me sippy cup” before facing the big, bad world of school.
“Maddie, five minutes till I find your feet. (code for we WILL get dressed in five minutes, you can’t hide your feet in the blanket any longer my dear) What would you like to wear today? Everyone will probably wear green.”
Wrong words if my intent was to have my wayward fashionista wear green, right? Lucky for us, never is it my intent to orchestrate certain ensembles. I don’t care if she wears a clown costume to school as long as we get out the door and she is happy. St. Patrick’s Day be damned.
So in predictable fashion, my almost always pink princess donned a lovely pink concoction and pink zebra socks. I thought nothing of it.
Until we got to the sea of green school and heard,
“You’re dressed wrong! You have to wear green today!”
Until I saw my pink princess’s face crumple in sadness and confusion.
“But I wanted my pink dress, mommy.”
Until I saw the cutest act of love wrapped in the hug and words of a friend.
“Maddie, I love your dress.”
My pink princess was then smiling and accepted because of a little angel adorned in green.