Recently, I asked her the same question again. This time, she changed her answer... to princess. Now she wants to be a freakin' princess when she grows up?! "What happened to being a veterinarian?" I asked."
"Daddy, I just want to be a princess ok?"
Immediately, alarm bells went off in my head. But I bit my tongue. The Disney trip euphoria still runs through her veins. And My Director assured me not to worry... that it's ok to dream at her age. As usual, she's right. (Every time I write that she's right an angel gets its wings.)
I understand the arguments about the stereotypes, the negative messages, etc. And why some parents want to avoid exposing their daughters to the princesses at all cost. Not only do I hear you, I was with you. This whole princess thing just happened innately. We didn't buy her any doll, dress her in any costume, or show her any movie. But despite our best efforts, she gravitated towards them. It's in her DNA I guess. Fine.
So we are firmly entrenched in the "let her enjoy the fantasy until the cold hard truth of reality smacks her in the face" camp. That cold hard truth will come from us one day. We'll have to tell her that life isn't a fairy tale. That your prince may never come. And if he does, "happily ever after" is all relative.
But that can wait. So for now, Peanut is a princess. And that's not so bad. After all, every time she plays dress-up she makes me her king. Not too shabby for a guy who grew up in a middle-class blue-collar family. And there's no arguing with the look on Peanut's face when she met the princesses in Disney World:
|Cinderella (This is NOT the Cinderella|
I mentioned in this post.)
|How psyched am I to be on Belle's arm?|
|Christmas morning 2011 (Santa knows)|
|Playing with her two favorites at breakfast one morning |
(Ariel is the other)
|Princess Peanut as Rapunzel|
|It was also the only place in the park with no shade|
And this is why I did it:
Nothing but smiles for Peanut. As for me:
(And Syracuse won that day)
We met two Cinderellas (and Snow Whites). The reason why I'm protecting the identity of one of those Cinderellas is in this post. (And it's not pretty.)