Lately it seems I have been inundated with articles speaking on why our daughters shouldn’t strive to be princesses and everything that’s wrong with calling our daughter a princess. Well, my daughter is a princess and if you don’t like it, the great news is that you don’t have to!
I’m sorry, but did I miss the memo that this is the 50s and women are struggling to have a voice in society? Because honestly, I don’t see what’s wrong with being a princess. If the worse my daughter can do is strive to buy her own restaurant, get turned into a frog and then back into a human who ends up with a prince AND her own restaurant? Then she’s not doing too shabby. I think a lot of women get hung up on this rescue part, but seriously, what’s wrong with being rescued? I really wish people would stop trying to push their beliefs about gender roles on everyone else. Women are strong, hear us roar, yadda yadda yadda. We geeeettt itttt! Trust me. I hear you. I am a woman and I am strong. But sometimes, just sometimes, I like for my husband to rescue me. Sometimes I’m really tired, or stressed, or just not in the mood and I love when my husband swoops in during that time and gives the kid a bath, feeds her her dinner and does homework with her. I also love it when he opens the door for me, or helps me out of the car. I’m not broken, I can do all of those things on my own. He knows that. You know that. But it’s not about whether or not I can, it’s about the fact that those are things he wants to do for me and he knows I’ll rescue him right back.
I think it’s funny that some people (checkout the photos and article here) believe that princesses are all about just being pretty. I’m sorry, but what woman on earth strives to be ugly? Any takers? It’s ok to be pretty. That doesn’t equate to dumb, although people seem to think so. Princess Tiana owned a restaurant, Belle was super smart and an avid reader who was able to look a beast in the eyes and see his heart (she had discernment AND compassion, boom!), Ariel took life by the bolas and learned to stand on her own two “feet”, Mulan and Merida could both kick any boys arse. Oh and wait, that last one, Merida, didn’t even have a love interest. I’m waiting to see the problem.
A few weeks ago Johanna began calling herself a princess. “Mommy look, I’m a princess”. It made her so happy. She smiled bright and twirled around. And I agreed. She is a princess. She is beautiful (yup, I put that first because I wanted to. Deal.), super smart, sweet, curious, active, silly, sporty, and a princess. If she happens to meet a man later on in life who sweeps her off her feet and also treats her like a princess, she won. And I’m not mad at her.