Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Let it go. Just, let it go.

There are some moments in this parenting business which, to me, feel momentous in their simplicity. This afternoon I took Ethan to a Frozen tea party at a fabulous local tea shop called Mad Hatter's.

Ethan chose his shirt and tie, which he then covered up with his spiderman costume. Obviously perfect attire for being in the presence of princesses.

The afternoon was wonderful. The princesses were convincing and gave lovely renditions of the songs. They were warm and loving towards the children and Ethan was totally in awe. I must admit that I was also genuinely entertained.

When the food arrived, Ethan had his own beautiful afternoon tea and loved it. As I sat opposite him, just the two of us, I realised that I have this funny, cute little boy who really wants to spend quality time with me. It really felt like something special happened between us and I can't quite pinpoint it. Maybe it was the comforting childhood memories of Disney or the delicious cakes; I'm not sure. All I know is that there is something just perfect about one to one parent and child time outside of the home and outside of our routine.

I felt so proud of my son, wearing his spiderman costume, meeting princesses and having a grown up afternoon tea. How amazing that this little human who I only evicted from my body 2 years and 6 months ago, can sit there eating his sandwiches and scones, simply enjoying being alive. He has no idea of stereotypical gender roles and no care for how others see him. All he is concerned with is the present: his food, the party and his Mummy. How liberating it is to be a child. 

When I asked my spiderman tea partner who the prettiest princess is, he said 'Mummy' and thanked me for the treat. It doesn't get much better than that.

Cheesy as it sounds, when Elsa sings of her fears no longer controlling her and her feeling of immense freedom, I think we can all learn something from her. After all, being an adult can get uptight too easily and, sometimes, you just have to let it go.

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