Today, I was in the bathroom and I made sure the door was locked because if I don’t lock the door, I know that my daughters will come bursting in. And of course, my older daughter Annelise (almost 3) came running to the door and knocked.
Instead of our usual back and forth – “Mommy?” / “Mommy’s peeing, you have to wait”, something different unfolded.
I chuckled and replied, “Yes?”
“Do you want to build a snowman?” I asked. She was re-enacting the poignant scene between the two sisters from Frozen.
I opened the bathroom door and was greeted with a very enthusiastic rendition of “Let It Go.”
Annelise then grabbed my hand and urged me, “Elsa, come on!”
“Oh okay….where are we going?”
“Build a snowman!”
“Okay, let’s go build a snowman!”
We gleefully ran around our magical, make-believe castle, searching for Olaf the goofy but lovable snowman.
Somewhere down the line, it hit me – my little girl is growing up. She has such an active imagination and is so impressionable and absorbs stories and information like a sponge. I had to hold back my tears as I tried to compose myself and continue to engage in her fantasy in which she was Anna and I was Elsa.
Sometimes as a mom who spends all day, everyday with my children, I don’t notice all the changes in them that take place everyday. It feels like I just blinked and life fast-forwarded and my oldest daughter has become so mature, creative and expressive.
As Anna and Elsa loved each other with a fierce kind of love, I hope that one day, my girls will build many “snowmen” and many memories together.