Me: Hey sweetie, what would you like to be when you grow up?
Kirsten: A princess!
Me: If you want to be a real princess, you’ll have to marry a prince and there are very few of those to go around.
Kirsten: What if I just want to be a pretend princess.
Me: Oh, that’s much easier. Ok, close your eyes.
*I sprinkled some pretend fairy dust on her eyelids and made her open them again*
Me: There you go, princess Kirsten.
I’ve been asked about what it is with girls and princesses and I have no idea. I do know that my spunky little girl adores them though. In my world of make believe, I’ve much preferred to be a supreme court judge over a princess but I turned out to be neither so that was that.
At first, I was resistant to the whole princess madness and I tried to steer her in other more down to earth directions. Like maybe a rock star or artist or writer but she had her heart set on being a princess so over the years, I’ve learnt a lot from my daughter’s obsession with all things princessy. I guess you can call me a reformed princess convert.
I asked Kirsten why she wanted to be a princess and she told me the following:
1. Pretty dresses are nice.
True that. I’ve never been much into them myself but I can see the value in poofy dresses with lots of frills. You can twirl them, dance in them, swish them around when you walk…so many different uses!
2. Princesses use their powers for good.
I think she means privileges. Princesses have a responsibility to look out for others who need help and go out of their way to do it. WIth great power and all that. I think she might have gotten mixed up with spiderman a little bit but still, all good values.
3. Princesses keep their promises.
Can’t argue with that.
In all likelihood, she’s not going to end up being a princess but it’s what makes her eyes light up and I’m not about to squash that out of her. Maybe one day, she’ll be all princessed out and she might want to be a goth/hipster/zither player (please, God, no!!) and we’ll figure out a way to help her chase those dreams.
Besides, I asked Truett what he wanted to be when he grew up and he said “angry bird.” Now that’s a tough one.