Everyone that knows me, knows that I have been involved in pageants since I was a baby myself up until the time I turned 18. The whole time I was pregnant, I said if I had a baby girl, she would be in pageants. But now the time has come. The new dress is in. The outfit of choice has been custom made. And pageant day is less than a month away. So why am I now feeling like a crazy pageant mom?
And when I say “crazy pageant mom” I don’t mean in the context that you’re thinking. I don’t mean the hit-the-kid-on-the-head-with-a-brush-because-they-won’t-stay-still crazy pageant mom. I mean, crazy pageant mom, as in, I’ve just entered my special needs daughter in a pageant where she will be competing with normal kids. I figure for the duration of the pageant, I will unhook her feeds. I don’t want to be dragging a feeding pump onstage. I also am hoping her costume will stay in place and no one will see her g tube button or her colostomy. I know my child is beautiful, I just don’t know how she’s going to act on stage.
For anyone who wants to be there to witness Wendy’s first pageant, it will be August 25. I will post time and place at a later date.