Everything You Need To Know About The Baby

Maizie is my baby. She’s beautiful, intelligent, quick witted, and 100% diva.

I am forever waiting for Maizie to get ready so that I can leave the house. She has to find the perfect outfit, the perfect shoes (preferably heels), fix her hair in whatever hair show design she saw on you tube, and last but not least, apply as much lip gloss and mascara as she thinks she can get away with that day.

Most of the time, me getting ready looks like this- puts yoga pants on, puts on band t-shirt, laces up pumas, walks out the door. Needless to say, it can be frustrating and I cannot, for the life of me, figure out where she gets the diva stuff from. The beauty and quick wit, however, were all me.

Last week, after our washer and dryer stopped working, we had to make a trip to the laundromat and wash some clothes. Maizie emerged from her room, a full 45 minutes after I told her to “throw some shoes on because we’re just going to wash some clothes,” wearing her favorite galaxy cat dress and nude 4 inch heels with multiple hair accessories and a liberal amount of pink lipstick. I rolled my eyes and just as I began to tell her that her efforts were pointless because there’d be no one there except us and we didn’t care what she was wearing, something occurred to me: she doesn’t care about anyone else seeing her or what they’d think if they did see her. Maizie dresses up for Maizie. Period. It makes her feel empowered to dress up and be fabulous, so she does it. PERIOD. That awkward moment when your 7 year old is more sure of who she is than you are at 29, right?

And in that moment, I realized that all of the “be yourself” and “don’t worry about other people” talks had not fallen on deaf ears. That is, except for my own deaf ears. What else could I do, but laugh at myself and give her a big ole Z snap for being so damn awesome? She may not be much like me, but she is definitely my child and I love that I get to learn as much from her as she does from me. This mother-daughter relationship stuff is forever blowing my mind.

Have you ever had a moment where you realized you were missing the point? Share it with me in the comments!