From time to time, Bea and I would like to defer to the wisdom and observation of those around us. In keeping with that, below is post from my mother, regarding my post, The Key is to have realistic dreams. Enjoy!
-HoneyAs an unapologetic feminist, it caused me a bit of concern when my four-year old daughter was in her Cinderella phase. And it was more than loving all things Cinderella — it was her passion for skirts that twirled, her wig of long pink hair, and her expressed desire to grow up to be a cheerleader — that had me worried for awhile.
But I accommodated her request for a Cinderella birthday cake when she turned five years old. I remember schlepping the large cake to her daycare provider’s house the morning of her birthday celebration. As I walked past the threshhold, Plastic Prince Charming did a face-plant in the frosting. When I set the cake down on a table at eye-level for a just-five-year-old-girl, I pointed to the cake and said, “See what can happen? Prince Charming can keel over from a heart attack.”
Pat, the daycare provider, was a much kinder person than I and was horrified I would say such a thing to my sweet daughter, convinced I might scar her for life.
Honey swears she can’t remember the incident, but it might explain the “pretend you have feelings” comments in the previous post.
At any rate, Honey quickly moved out of the Cinderella stage into her grunge stage, and all the other stages that led her to be a self-sufficient woman who functions beautifully without her Prince Charming.
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