I'm a Princess - Tia
(Remember that little girl from Kindergarten Cop? "I'm a princess. My daddy says I'm a PRINCESS!!!" I loved that scene.)
I was never one of those girlie girls growing up. I distinctly remember playing with my METAL Transformers when I was little. I vaguely remember some clueless relative giving me a Barbie for some holiday or other. It held my interest long enough for me to try to figure out if I could get the kinks out of her hair with scalding hot water. I just wasn't very girlie. But even with all of my tomboy ways, part of me still longed to be a princess.
I have a birthmark on my leg that is in the perfect shape of a crescent moon. I used to gaze at it and wish. Somewhere my real parents were looking for me. They were royalty or something and they would know that I was their baby as soon as I they saw me. My birthmark would confirm it and there would be singing and rejoicing and such. (Cut me some slack, I was an only child with an active imagination.) Of course, none of that ever happened. We won't talk about how I am the spitting image of my mother except for my chin and my forehead. I get that from my dad.
There are still days when I look at my birthmark and daydream. There is something in me that longs to be someone's princess. Even when I was in the depths of my happy hating days I still wanted to be someone's baby, someone's princess. I don't know if most girls would admit it, but there's something in most of us that longs to feel special. What girls doesn't love to be treated as if she is the most precious gift walking the planet?
I just watched Enchanted and it is my new favorite movie. Aside from the fact the Patrick Dempsey is fine as hell for no good reason for 107 minutes, the movie is nothing short of lovely. I felt so girlie after watching it. It's classic fairy tale, prince charming type stuff with modern day spin. It pretty much pleased the little girl in me to no end.
Now while I am a hopeless romantic, I also realize that life is not a fairy tale. And though life and relationships and love take work, I still believe in some sibilance of happily ever after. I know it sounds trite but I don't care. I believe that every woman is a princess. She may not be girlie and frilly but she's still someones's princess, someone's prize. Don't let the world tell you you're not important. Don't let anyone devalue you. You're not too much to handle. And you are good enough. Not only is the king enthralled with your beauty (Psalm 45:11) but so are others. You bring something to the game that no one else can. You are uniquely you for a reason. I know this sounds self-helpish (I'm good enough, I'm smart enough and doggonit people like me.) but it's true. You were created to be you. No one can do you like you. You are somebody's princess. You are somebody's baby. Believe it.
This concludes my sugary sweet rant for the evening. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to go watch Enchanted for the 3rd time in 2 days.