So, the day arrived and seven girls from her Kindergarten class showed up for the party all dressed up in their best princess dresses. Three hours of high pitched screams, attitude and thankfully a lot of smiles and laughs and just as planned the piñata was a GREAT idea. Little girls are princesses, even when swinging a blue, foam covered t-ball bat.
I started to wonder what it would be like to be a princess at my age. 40 years old wearing a taffeta dress and plastic shoes with a shiny crown did not make for a pretty picture. Not a good look for my ass at the moment. Kinda looks like I am trying to smuggle a Virginia ham. And those plastic shoes, well let’s just say I need a great pedicure and some good foot cream to pull this off.
Seriously, there are still real princesses in the world, but at some point in most every girls life, we stop dreaming of being a princess and start dreaming of what we will become in the real world. But why do we stop dreaming of being a princess? Not the kind of princess rescued by a prince and slaying a fire breathing dragon (I know I’ve seen Shrek one too many times), but one of the current princesses of the world or for that matter why not a Queen? I mean, Queen Rania of Jordan is beautiful, smart and rich. She is a mother, a wife, a boss, an advocate, and a humanitarian. All of that and she probably has more shoes than a girl could ever dream of! For some reason, when we get a little older we dream about being a famous actress or model instead of someone who actually serves a purpose in this world. News flash, many of the famous actresses have marriages that never last, go to rehab and end up broke and alone. Nice dream.
I think being a princess would be amazing. I am starting to dream about it again. Besides, the real princesses don’t ever have to wear taffeta...I’m in.
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