this morning at 6:45 am my alarm went off and this is was my train of thought
yawn . . . i’m tired . . . i could sleep for another 6 hours . . . i should get out of bed . . . i need to make lunch and breakfast for lily . . . lily . . . i hope she has a good day . . . oh crap, it’s spirit week at her school . . . what was she supposed to dress like again? . . . oh, yeah her “hero” . . . oh CRAP! now i have to come up with another costume! . . . well i guess she can just be willy wonka or an astronaut again . . .
then i hauled my tired self out of bed and ran downstairs to get things going.
when lily came down for breakfast i reminded her that this is spirit week and that today she is to dress like her favorite hero. take it, Bonnie Tyler!
mom: lils, you can either be . . . willy wonka, bert (from mary poppins), mary poppins, an astronaut, or an army guy, since these are the costumes we already have.
lily: well, i don’t really want to be any of those.
mom: well then you don’t have to participate because i don’t have time to get another costume together!
lily: (looking defeated) well, what i really wanted to be is God.
leave it to my daughter to come up with the perfect hero that not only doesn’t have a costume, but one that layers on the guilt if i don’t deliver! i didn’t want to disappoint her though, and since God really is the greatest hero of all, i quickly set my mind to figuring out what i could put together to represent Him. i did ask lily’s input and she said that she wanted a beard . . . actually, this is what she really said . . .
lily: mom, i want to have a brown beard. i mean, i kind of already have a beard i think . . . it’s right here under my chin (moves her finger under her chin). at least i think that i do . . . it could just be a scratch!
brown beard? check. i hope i didn’t throw out my old mascara!
anyway, within a few minutes i realized that this would be easier than i thought. i mean, given that it’s God, and since we don’t really know what He looks like, i can pretty much throw together whatever i want! so i grabbed a t-shirt that she had splattered with multiple colors, my great aunt gene’s old white pool cover up, and gus’ gold pirate sash, slapped on a mascara beard . . . and voilà . . . GOD!
i love my girl. though i admit that i sometimes struggle because she has such a strong personality and because she is so different from what society says a girl should be (all sparkles and princessed out) . . . she is a unique being and is exactly the way that He created her to be. what an honor it is to be her mom and that He handpicked her especially for me! while helping her get dressed i had the opportunity to talk with her about why God is her hero. she told me that it’s because he made everything. it sounds so simple of an answer but it is so powerful. He did make everything! from the world . . . to each person in it . . . every animal . . . every flower . . . etc etc etc. He is perfection! i think Bonnie was right, we should all be holding out for the One true hero!