When eating breakfast with Sierra this morning I noticed the outfit she had chosen. Halloween pants, a black shirt, a gray sweater, pink socks with skulls, an owl hat and over sized froggy rain boots. If an adult had been wearing this they'd be ridiculed and made to feel silly. She thought she looked perfect and so did I.
After I dropped her off at daycare I began to think about how I am so conscious of what i say, do and wear and I can never get back to that point in my life when I did what I wanted and didn't care what others thought. The first few years of ones life is truly a magical time free of all the drama that comes later and I want Sierra to enjoy it as long as possible.