When I found out I was having a little girl after having 4 boys, I was ecstatic.
Lots of pink.
Lots of frills and bows and tutus.
Tiaras and castles and dolls and tea parties.
I kept telling people, “Our Princess is coming!”
To me, this baby-girl-to-be was our princess. We had waited a long time for this little one and truly in our minds, the princess was being born.
It always baffled me when people would say to me, “Just make sure you don’t label her a princess.” I know that it’s important to raise a little girl to know that she can and do anything she wants in the world, so this statement always made me scratch my head. OF COURSE she wouldn’t be an actual princess (OK, unless she marries Prince George someday). She would be the only McClelland girl among the crew of boys, in my mind – the princess among my little princes.
Princess would throw people off when I would call her that, but the funny thing is, when I would put her in a Superwoman cape… people would love it.
Can’t you be both?
Victoria is being raised to be strong and determined. She already has a funny sense of humor and wit. She’s as comfortable with a princess doll as she is with a NERF gun. She’s as comfortable with her tiara and purse as she is with her Star Wars costumes. She’s as comfortable in my makeup drawer as she is in her brothers’ baseball card drawer (both places she knows she’s not supposed to be!).
She is – to me – the ultimate little princess.
Disney has recently come out with a Princess campaign called, DREAM BIG, PRINCESS that truly makes me tear up every single time I see it. The basis? For every girl who dreams big, there’s a princess to show her it’s possible.
I adore this.
Victoria has watched this video on loop on YouTube. She loves it. I love how they’ve brought in the different princesses and showed girls doing what they love and going after their dreams. To me, this is priceless.
So… to my Victoria. My only daughter. My princess. Dream big, (very big) my princess.