Down the Rabbit Hole

Beautifully Ridiculous

If someone had told me that one day I would be singing "C is for Cookie" at the top of my lungs to quell a screaming toddler or dancing a ridiculous celebration dance around a tiny Elmo training potty to encourage my daughter to "tinkle", or even that the word "tinkle" would be in my present vocabulary, no one would be more shocked than I. These things have become my reality now. I am frequently called upon to step well outside my comfort zone to act silly, to exaggerate, to entertain. Jaden doesn't care that I sing off-key, that my antics make little sense or that my self-invented dance moves often look alarmingly like I'm having a strange sort of seizure. To her, I am just her Mom and therefore (at least for this brief space in time) the coolest person on the planet. I will admit, there is an amazing freedom is getting license to "let it all go" and look at the world through the eyes of a toddler where bigger, louder and sillier is better. Though it wasn't something I ever expected, the landscape of my new world is suddenly beautifully ridiculous.