Written by Every day, I am amazed by my daughter. Somehow, as she sleeps in her crib at night, she gets a little older, a little smarter, a little wiser, a little funnier, and a little more aware of the world around her. She wakes fresh every morning, ready to take on the world, ready to make new discoveries, ready for anything that comes her way. If only more adults could approach life with this kind of vigor.
I think what I love the most about being a Work-At -Home-Mom is that I get the chance to see the subtle changes that happen to my daughter’s personality on a daily basis. I get to watch her slowly transform from a chubby faced baby into a curious and expressive toddler. I get to sit front row center, watching her unique soul unfold before me like an expertly choreographed musical production, complete with plenty of drama, humor, action, dance numbers and costume changes.
Today, for instance, Cadence seemed to display some of the first inklings of what may very well turn into a unique sense of style. From the beginning, she has never been much of a dress-wearing girl. While some people may blame me (seeing as I am not much of a dress-wearing girl myself), I am quick to point out that it is not for my lack of trying. Cadence simply has a low tolerance for dresses. She might indulge me for a few hours, running around and looking pretty, but then it’s a race against time to get her out of the dress and into some play clothes before she has a chance to totally destroy it. She seems most comfortable in t-shirts and and shorts (even in the winter), and also seems to have an aversion to wearing socks and shoes (though we can usually con her into keeping them on in the car if we tell her she’s going to play with the kids in the childcare at the YMCA).
This afternoon, however, it seems Cadence found the first pair of shoes that she actually likes. She asked her Daddy to put them on her, and then spent over an hour trotting around the house in them, showing off her dance moves in them, trying to show them to the neighbor dog Thunder through the glass patio door, climbing in them, and even lying down on the floor to see what it would feel like to sleep in them. Nevermind that Daddy accidentally put them on the wrong feet…
Now, tomorrow, Cadence might very well forget all about her new favorite shoes. Sometimes her obsessions are very shortlived. But, I wouldn’t be surprised if they suddenly become the only shoes she wants to wear. After all, an obsession with wearing stylish boots every day just might be genetic, and we all know that Cadence’s Momma has been sporting these bad boys since 1999…
Tonight’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to my daughter, and her developing sense of style. I wonder where it will lead her next.
Lori Romano 