Lying in bed asleep, I all of a sudden have the distinct feeling that someone is watching me.
I open my eyes with a start and standing there right before me in all her glory is Snow White.
It may be 5.30am on my day off, but I can’t help but smile when I see my three-year-old, Curly-locks, wiggling excitedly from side to side letting her princess dress swish around her.
“I am Snow White today,” she says proudly.
For the entire day, she will let her imagination run wild taking her away to a magical land of dwarfs, evil Queens and Prince Charming. She is adamant on wearing her costume while we do the groceries, go to the library, while we visit my Grandma in hospital, basically wherever we go. She particularly loves the attention she receives from the old ladies at our local supermarket who stop to ask her where her dwarfs are.
“They’re at my place,” my usually shy little girl will respond.
“Grumpy is at work.
“The others are just hanging around. Sleepy’s asleep,” she says shaking her head as she rolls her eyes and smiles.
Curly-locks has a cupboard full of beautiful clothes, but these days she is content to live in a princess costume. I have the Snow White, Rapunzel and Cinderella costumes on fast rotation. If we’re faced with a devastating situation where all three costumes are dirty we fall back on her ballerina outfit, a hula skirt and lei, a cowgirl hat with plaits, or a pirate hat and eye patch.
She has more toys than she could wish for yet most days she is far more interested in dressing up and escaping to a world of make believe than playing with toys.
If we do play with toys it will be her kitchen, tea set, a hand bag, shoes, any sort of prop that will her help create one elaborate adventure after another.
Some days she’ll invite me to a tea party with a group of her friends – Ellabella (her imaginary friend and sometimes big sister), Dora, Peppa, Cinderella, Rapunzel – you know the drill.
Other days she will quietly and busily spend time in her kitchen mixing together a range of ingredients to make me carrot and sausage soup or a rainbow unicorn Dora sparkle ice cream.
Occasionally she likes to talk about what she will be when she grows up.
“I’m going to be a doctor when I grow up,” she says.
“I’m going to be a doctor and fix Baby Smiley’s thumb.
“No, I’ll be a fairy and an angel.
“I’ll be a fairy doctor,” she eventually decides.
Three is fast becoming my favourite age. I love watching Curly-locks in her own little world always busy creating, imagining and asking questions. She is curious and fiercely independent, yet is still happy to curl up in my lap and declare her love for me. Her confidence grows daily and she is forming friendships.
I know there will be a day when she no longer wants to live in a princess costume, so I’m enjoying and encouraging every second of it while I can.
Does your child have a big imagination?
Linking up today with My little sunshine house for Sunshine Sunday writing to the prompt – Imagination.