Drama Queen

Lizzy debuted in her first stage performance a few weeks ago. A villager in Little Red Riding Hood’s Tiny Town, my drama queen (okay ONE of my drama queens- we’ve got 3 of them at our house) enjoyed the opportunity to see how a live theater production comes together. 

When Joshua glanced at the pictures I’d taken of Lizzy in her show costume, he looked confused. Staring at the photo, he asked his big sister, “Lizzy, is that REALLY you?” The curly haired girl in the plaid green apron and floral peasant blouse certainly didn’t look quite the same as the t-shirt and gym-shorts clad sister my son chases around the house.

 Lizzy paused as she tried to think of a way to explain the concept of play acting to a three-year-old. Finally, she simply said, “That’s like another me, Josh.”

My brown-headed boy took one last look at the picture and lovingly poked Lizzy’s arm.  “I like this you best,” he declared, then sauntered out of the room without a backwards glance. 

I wonder if my Heavenly Father ever watches me striving to be someone I’m not and wishes I’d step off of my self-constructed stage and simply be the me He created me to be. As I slip into my costumes of super-mom, wonder-wife, or organized saint, does He ever lean over and poke His son’s arm. Then, as Jesus bends His ear, does His Father point me out and then declare with a twinge of sadness, “I like the Alicia I first thought of best!”