She’s a Zombie Fairy Princess, Darn It

She’s a Zombie Fairy Princess, Darn It

I’m constantly worried that I’ll mess up my daughter in a moment’s notice.
That the time I couldn’t play was the one that she’ll take with her forever, or that time I snapped at her because of the broken bauble will be the time that she’s going to recounting in therapy for years.
cardboard_box1But, for a kid who has a favorite toy that is mostly comprised of equal amounts of irony and imagination (really, the crap that was in the box was pricey. Could have saved a bit there, I’ve since realized). Who, of course is the same kid who will pretend to be a flying fairy one moment, and a zombie the next (really not sure how she found out what a zombie is to begin with), and will doctor you right on out of whatever is ailing you. I guess things really are okay.
Basically, there is a surprising amount of whatever the heck this is in my house daily:

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..and no, I’m not really sure what is going on there either(also: art is all from Open Clipart however, it was smushed awkwardly together by me, so don’t hold that against them).
She amazes me almost daily, and those days are surprisingly frequent. She’s definitely mom’s girl right now

At  the same time, I’m starting to see her really grow and develop into her own person. It’s odd (more so that I’m talking about a presently three year old) but I’m already nervous about the years to come.
I’m relieved that right now, we have our own little world. When she starts growing up, and branching out, I don’t want to be that person to hold her back. While sure, our own little world is nice, I know it’s not going to be enough forever, and it really shouldn’t be.
She’s got a mind of her own, and one hell of an imagination. Hopefully, it will be put to good use, and not towards recanting about that time mom yelled at her.
For what it’s worth, no I don’t think I’ll do something that will make her head right into the shrink’s office, at least on a logical level. On a deeper (and far less logical) one, not so much. That’s the part where I worry more than I should, and the same part that I try to ignore.