Tag: childhood

  • Mishomisho Part Two: The Day She Became a Princess

    Mishomisho Part Two: The Day She Became a Princess

    Ever since my niece watched The Little Mermaid, something shifted in her tiny world. She’s been twirling around the house, trying singing Ariel’s songs with full confidence, as if she’s part of the movie. And when she looks at me and says “mishomisho,” I know exactly what she means now, princess. It’s her own little word for everything magical and royal.

    So we decided to make her princess dreams a little more real. We went to the mall, and our first stop was the small petting zoo inside. She loved looking at the animals, but touching them was a big no. She kept her hands tucked close to her body, watching them with wide eyes, half curious, half cautious. Still, she enjoyed every minute of it, as long as nobody asked her to pet anything.

    Then came the highlight of the day: the Disney shop. The moment we stepped inside, her eyes lit up. Rows of glittering dresses, tiny shoes, and sparkly accessories, it was like walking straight into her imagination. She chose two costumes: the shimmering turquoise Little Mermaid outfit and the soft pink‑lavender Rapunzel gown.

    In the fitting room, she tried them on one by one. When she saw herself in the mirror, she whispered “mishomisho” with this proud little smile, like she finally saw the princess she’s been pretending to be. She twirled, admired herself, and I swear the whole room felt brighter.

    After that, we went for lunch and dessert, because every princess outing needs something sweet. She sat there in her tiny dress, eating ice cream like it was part of the royal routine.

    When we got home, she ran straight to her mother to show off her new dresses. Her mom’s reaction was pure joy, and the way my niece stood there waiting for approval was the cutest thing. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day, full of laughter, tiny memories, and the soft magic of childhood.

  • Mishomisho

    Mishomisho

    My niece is deep in her Disney princess phase, the kind that takes over her whole tiny world. Every day she walks around clutching her princess toys like they’re her closest friends. Tonight we watched The Little Mermaid, the old 90s one, and she stared at Ariel with this wide-eyed seriousness that made me laugh quietly. She knows their names, but she insists on calling all of them mishomisho. One name for every princess. Somehow it fits. Somehow it feels like the kind of logic only a one-and-a-half-year-old can invent.

    There’s something so sweet about watching her fall in love with characters before she even understands stories. She doesn’t follow the plot, she follows colors, music, movement. Ariel swims, she claps. Belle twirls, she twirls. She hugs her toys like she’s part of their world. Next week I’m taking her to the Disney shop to buy her a princess dress. I already know she’ll choose it with the seriousness of a queen picking her gown. I’ll pretend I’m not melting, but I will be.

    She has her own language for everything. Grapes are appelo. Princesses are mishomisho. Half the time I don’t know what she’s saying, but I love that she’s building her own dictionary, her own tiny universe. She’s only one and a half, but she already names things with this confidence that makes me want to write everything down before she grows out of it. These small, made-up words feel like the softest part of her childhood, the part I want to remember.