Crushing Dreams

Sometimes, as a mother, we have to make our idealistic children face harsh reality. It's not easy. It can make you cry at how - at such a young age - they already have broken dreams. And really? Who are we to tell them what is not possible? How can we do that to their little hopes when all they really want to do is be happy? We might as well go around stomping on flowers or pulling the wings off butterflies.

Today was like that.

You see, I made a ballerina cake. Da Boo and the Boy were both very excited about it. They were so excited, in fact, that they spent the entire morning and most of the afternoon (when not at church), pretending to be ballerinas. I then had to explain to the Boy that while his little leaps and twirls were indeed very elegant, he could never be a ballerina.

But then I was laughing too hard to explain that boys can still be dancers.

Poor guy.