My friend Alli likes to call me a grump. She lovingly (and freely) quotes me as saying, “I don’t wear tiaras. I refuse to squeal. And, no, I will not put on that feather boa.” This was in reference to women’s blogging conferences and adult get-togethers in general.
Alli calls herself the “Ambassador of Whimsy.” We’re friends because we are so dissimilar.
I am a grown-up’s grown-up. Or, when it comes to costume parties at professional events, I am what you might call a “party pooper.” I’ll dress up in a (likely over-thought) costume but I won’t, say, jump in the air for the “silly” group photo. I’ll sort of kick my leg to the side to indicate that motion was caught mid-jump. But I won’t jump.
These photos? My friend Casey caught the top image at a conference and and calls it “Judgy Megan.” I was… watching people jump up and down in a photo directly after refusing to do so myself. I love that picture.
But the photo below it? Now that is a different story. I was with my kids in that shot.
I am a goofball with my kids. I am silly and goofy and over-the-top. I am a whimsical mom. More importantly:
I model whimsy for my children so that they may be more relaxed and confident.
In an entirely accessible way for kids, it’s all about modeling confidence.
With my kids, I dress up in silly costumes. I scream like a loon on roller coasters and insist on riding again and again. I dance in the kitchen. I sing loudly in the car and gauge my effect in the rearview mirror by how much the older boys look like they are trying to melt into the seats.
I’ll get my face painted if you will.
I let my kids see me being goofy. More than anything, I want our kids to feel comfortable in their own skin with their parents. So I act campy to let them know that I’m in here. Mom is not all rules and consequences, homework and chores.
It’s okay to let me see you. The real you.
Before I had kids, I don’t think I had access to that whimsical voice. Not even in school. I was too self-conscious.
I certainly would never let you see me sing. I don’t wear tiaras. I don’t jump up and down. I don’t squeal and I don’t sing.
Except I do. With my kids. Want to see? The proof is “Under the Sea…”
Now’s your turn to show the world who you are through song! Believe me, if I can do it, you can.
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PS- We sang that song in the car for 15 minutes before I realized I had lipstick all over my teeth. Oh dear.
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