Boo, my twelve-year old, is my little ray of sunshine. She always has a random moment ready to bring smiles to faces all around her. Boo loves pageants...more explicitly, she loves competing in pageants. When she was 10, I finally agreed to let her compete in her first one. She placed 1st runner up in her division, and she was sold. From that day forward, she lived and breathed sequins and shoes and reverse T formations. I made sure that Boo knew that as long as she had fun, we were in...when it became not fun anymore or over-whelming for any of us in the family, we were done. We were so not going to be candidates for "Toddlers and Tiaras."
That being said, she preceded to win seven overall crowns, numerous minor titles (prettiest smile in every pageant), and 1st runner up twice more over the next 18 months. She was in a total of ten pageants. Not a bad track record. While I am proud of the titles and crowns, I am very proud of the confidence that she gained. Now, Boo orders her own food, talks to people she is unfamiliar with, and performs in front of audiences. She had the only solo in her dance troupe performance this year. On top of it all, I am most proud that Boo did not let it all go to her head. She still acts goofy and random much of the time, and that little beauty queen won't hesitate to get down and dirty!