Yesterday I was reminded of my post on the princess manners class. Why? Because I was thinking of how un-princess-like L4 is. We went to our first session of 2-year-old story time at our local library (first time I’ve done something like that–was great, we loved it. I’m sure you’d like to hear that, Shannon!). When story-time was done a room full of two-ish year-olds and their caregivers poured out into the children’s area in the library. L4 went straight for the little arched bridge that is the “entrance” to our children’s section, crossing over carpet that looks like a stream. She and her brother both love playing on it. As I was watching her, I noticed that she was the only girl on the bridge for quite some time, with a bunch of little boys. They were all rolling around on it, trying to slide down on their bellies or climb up the sides of the bridge, including Miss L4. The thought that popped into my head was, “My daughter is so not a princess!!” Then I thought of the above mentioned post, and then of some artwork given to L4 by Brian Andreas. It says:
Are you a princess? I said. And she said I’m much more than a princess but you don’t have a name for it yet here on earth.
I was almost in tears when I opened it for L4 (who was a wee babe at the time) because it fit so well the type of attitude that I hoped she would have toward herself someday. In days when the media finds it not only acceptable, but more important to talk about Brittany Spears’s body in a recent performance compared with the General Petreas’s report on Iraq, this is even more important to me.
If you could come up with something else besides “princess” what would it be?