Laney and I were at the grocery store, it’s our “regular” one where I’ve shopped for 19 years. They know me, ask about the boys, and have made a fuss about Laney since day one. Today a new cashier was playing with her and started telling her she was a “princess”. ..”you’re a princess” “tell momma you’re gonna grow up to be a princess”…now it hit me wrong for a number of “reasons”….I wanted to say something but realized she was just being nice. What I wanted to say was ” My daughter will never be a princess…Cinderella lied there is no happily ever after…You don’t wait on Prince Charming to save you. Put on your big girl panties and save yourself. Grow up to be a strong woman who doesn’t “need” a man, cuz you Lou will always be smart enough, strong enough and just enough without any Prince or mice to help you. Birds will never braid your hair and that’s okay. And if anyone..evil stepsisters or monsters try to bring YOU down I want you to beat them to death with a glass slipper.” My daughter will never be a helpless princess…
“And we’ll never be royals (royals).
It don’t run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain’t for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.”