Pressed for Time
In less than 2 months, my daughter Zoe will be walking down the aisle, for the very first time, as a flowergirl to my cousin’s wedding. I’m sooo thrilled. I can’t wait to see her wearing a cute gown with flowers on her hair! Yesterday we went to the modista to have her measured. Zoe wasn’t cooperative at all. She didn’t like the idea of being a flower girl or having flowers on her hair. The modista even asked her if she wanted a gown like Cinderella or Snow White, Zoe said she wanted one like Barney. And when the modista asked her if she wanted a pretty flower girl gown, getting one from the rack, she utters, “no, I just want my shirt” (and touches what she’s wearing). Uh-oh. And when I told her she will be having flowers on her hair, she says, “No, I cover my hair” and puts both hands on her head. I’ve been trying to condition her mind on how exciting it is to be a flower girl. So far all my sweet nothings aren’t working. She says, “No mom, I just stay home.” Double uh-oh. I show her how to march slowly. She does the opposite and says, “no mom, I march very fast.” Do you get the picture?
I have less than 6 weeks to prep her for her role. If I have to move heaven and earth, I will. If I need to pray for a miracle, I will. If I can offer eggs or something for Zoe to march, I will. God help me.