Once I Was a Princess

There weren't as many photos in the old days as there are now. There are no pictures of me dressed up for Halloween. So, I made this little sketch because I remember when I was a pupil in first grade and my mother dressed me as a princess. Mom made a cone-shaped hat, which she covered with aluminum foil. A scarf trailed out of the top of the hat. I wore my mother's pink robe. My mother had given me perm--so I had an overabundance of curls. I felt royal, but that was the last time I was a princess. I wasn’t the princess type for the most part. I wasn’t a tomboy either, but attempting to be glamorous takes time away from more interesting stuff—like writing, painting, and other creative pursuits as well as ice skating and rowing the boat in the lake. Plus there were always chores to do. 

I did not raise my daughters to be girly princesses either. I have many photos of them in their Halloween costumes. A few times they were queens as I recall. But none of them aspired to be Miss America. 

So, my oldest daughter was a bit taken aback that her daughter—at the age of four months—was introduced to the realm of Disney princess songs on YouTube by her paternal grandfather. 😅

I don’t think it’s a big concern—and I would be surprised if my little granddaughter becomes focused on the princess myth. Especially since her mother and father are scientists, though one can never be certain. 

Still, I was a princess once. I tried out the role but it wasn't to my liking. I like getting my fingers messy.