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The Life of a Princess

December 27, 2015 By Kathy Radigan 22 Comments

The Life of a Princess

I’m a girly girl that was born to a mother and a family that never really appreciated nor indulged my passion for all things pink, sparkly, and shiny.

Both my parents had the crazy idea that my sisters and I should grow up feeling that we were more than just pretty objects to be taken care of and admired. We were raised to believe we could be anything we wanted to be. The problem was that one of the things I wanted to be was a princess.

My mother dressed us for days of exploring and getting dirty. The dresses we did own tended to be simple, with more thought to comfort than show. I longed for the pink, ruffled dresses my cousins and friends wore.

We had our share of dolls, but there were never enough for me. We also had fishing poles, microscopes, art supplies, and other play options that were not the norm for girls in the late sixties and seventies.

Careers were discussed often with the idea that we would start a life on our own before getting married and having a family. Choices my mother felt were not readily available to her as a woman born in the 40s.

I had dreams of a career on the stage and living in a New York City apartment on my own. But I also dreamt of being a mother and having a little girl who loved pink bows, frilly dresses, tutus, and princesses as much as I did.

As I got older and the possibility of children became more of a reality, I’d think of the type of mother I would be and vowed to let my daughter be the person she wanted to be. Even if that meant she would take after my sister and prefer playing with race cars and train tracks more than a Barbie Dream house, which for the record I never got. I did have the Barbie plane though, just in case I wanted to be a pilot.

As luck would have it, my first child was a boy. I was a bit doubtful how a girly girl and princess wanna-be was going to connect with a son.

As it turned out, my upbringing served me well. I saw Tom as a whole person, not limited by gender stereotypes. I made sure to provide lots of different play options, and we spent time playing with stuffed animals, crafts, and dolls as well as trains and trucks.

Rough-and-tumble play felt natural to me because my sisters and I could roll on the floor with the best of them with no fear of being told it wasn’t lady-like. I fell head over heels in love with my son and motherhood. Life was good.

Three years later I found myself pregnant again with a daughter. I was thrilled. I would have a boy and a girl, the perfect family. How lucky could I get?

Now old enough to realize how fortunate I was that my parents didn’t bombard me with outdated ideas of what it meant to be a girl, I did my best to curtail my love of pink and painted my daughter’s nursery yellow.

I played “Free to be You and Me” in her CD player and read her stories of curious monkeys and girls named Madeline. When I did read a fairy tale, I often changed the ending so that Cinderella or Snow White took their futures into their own hands instead of waiting for someone else to save them.

Just like I did, my daughter had her own ideas of who she was going to be. As soon as she was able to, Lizzy made it clear that she only wanted to wear dresses and bows. The frillier the better. She was only too happy to play in mud and run around with her brother as long as she could do it in a princess costume, tiara, and fairy wings.

As Lizzy got a bit older, it also seemed apparent that there was something very wrong with her development. Our life became a roller-coaster of specialists telling us of brain damage and the possibility of horrible diagnoses. These would be followed by the joy of seeing our daughter hit milestones doctors thought she never would reach. Then we would be dropped to lower depths when she would seem to lose a skill or another symptom would present itself.

Through it all there was the relationship, or more precisely the painful feeling that I lacked one, with my daughter. This was so much more complicated than anything I could have ever dreamt of and went way beyond my childish fear that we would have different tastes and ideas of what was fun to play with or what it meant to be a modern woman.

The truth is I have to work harder than a comic playing to a roomful of drunks some days just to get any reaction from her. The one thing that bonds us is our mutual love of all things traditionally girly.

One  of the first words Lizzy said was “Chanel,” as in, “I want Chanel perfume.”

It’s her love of pretty clothes, tiaras, and princesses that are the threads I cling to when I can’t connect with her on any other level.

As I get her ready for school each day, she can seem to be on a completely different planet than the rest of us, complete with her own language. Yet I know that if I ask her if she wants lip gloss, or what necklace she wants, she will pop into reality long enough to tell me.

My daughter is teaching me the true meaning of acceptance that goes far beyond gender roles: Give your loved ones the freedom to be who they’re supposed to be.

 

*This piece is a reworking of an essay that ran on the dishwasher, January 5, 2014, under the title, My Princess and Me. It has been edited from the original.

 

 

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Comments

  1. Lisa Weinstein says

    December 28, 2015 at 7:15 am

    This one really tugged at my heart Kathy – it needed a tissue warning!

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    • Kathy Radigan says

      December 28, 2015 at 11:43 am

      Thanks sweet friend! xoxo

      Reply
  2. Janine Huldie says

    December 28, 2015 at 7:15 am

    First off, I think this is just another reason we get along so well, because just like you I have always had a love for the color pink and have also been a girly girl through and through. Both my girls also are a lot like this, too and not going to lie they totally take after me. But still I love the way you have raised all three of your kids and you definitely are a wonderful mom for this and so much more. Hugs and seriously your are one hell of a mom and an mazing lady, too!! xoxo 🙂
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    • Kathy Radigan says

      December 28, 2015 at 11:44 am

      Thank you so much Janine. I must say it is fun to have a friend who enjoys the whole girl thing as much as I do and both Lizzy and I love to see the pictures of your two princesses! xoxo

      Reply
  3. Andrea Brovetto says

    December 28, 2015 at 8:13 am

    This is a beautiful post Kathy! So true ‘ Lizzy is a princess thru and thru! It is good that you have allowed her to be who she is . That’s hard to do . Much love Mom

    Reply
    • Kathy Radigan says

      December 28, 2015 at 11:45 am

      Thanks mom!! You are an excellent grandma to the Princess! xo

      Reply
  4. Michelle says

    December 28, 2015 at 8:54 am

    Oh, I love this so much

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    • Kathy Radigan says

      December 28, 2015 at 11:46 am

      Thanks Michelle! xoxo

      Reply
  5. Jennifer says

    December 28, 2015 at 10:47 am

    Kathy, what I read here is the essence of being a mother. It doesn’t matter who our child turns out to be, or how similar or different they are from us- what matters is how we love them, and how they know they are loved by us.
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    • Kathy Radigan says

      December 28, 2015 at 11:48 am

      Thanks Jennifer! You are so right, we do need to mother the child we have, not the fantasy of what we wanted or thought we wanted. The real Lizzy is so much more amazing than my fantasy daughter, and has changed me in ways I could never imagine. Just like my other two kids!! Motherhood is a real trip!! xo

      Reply
  6. Melissa Charles says

    December 29, 2015 at 8:01 am

    Very powerful, touching post. Thank you for sharing it.

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    • Kathy Radigan says

      December 29, 2015 at 8:11 am

      Thank you.

      Reply
  7. nancy@skinnykitchen.com says

    December 29, 2015 at 9:28 am

    So heartfelt Kathy! Because of you, Lizzy is a beautiful princess inside and out.
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    • Kathy Radigan says

      December 29, 2015 at 10:44 am

      Thank you so much Nancy!!! xoxo

      Reply
  8. Liv says

    December 29, 2015 at 9:29 am

    That’s a lovely take on growing up and raising your own children. They’re lucky to have you.

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    • Kathy Radigan says

      December 29, 2015 at 10:43 am

      Thank you so much!!! xoxoo

      Reply
  9. Thelma Thomas says

    December 29, 2015 at 10:39 am

    I loved your story Kathy. I too am a princess.

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    • Kathy Radigan says

      December 29, 2015 at 10:43 am

      The world needs more of us!!! Thank you so much!

      Reply
  10. sara says

    January 1, 2016 at 6:59 pm

    My 9 year old is a TOTAL tomboy. High top converse, sweatshirts and hats. I love it. I will always give her the freedom to be who she wants to be!

    Reply
    • Kathy Radigan says

      January 1, 2016 at 7:02 pm

      That’s really the best gift we can give our kids, isn’t it Sara?! 🙂

      Reply
  11. Sheila Qualls says

    April 13, 2016 at 4:11 pm

    Kathy,
    I only spent 2 hours with you and thought you were amazing. I am learning to appreciate the depth of your character by reading your blog. I have no doubt that I will learn an amazing amount from you, not only about blogging, but about life in general. Thanks for following your passion to write.

    Reply
    • Kathy Radigan says

      April 13, 2016 at 4:16 pm

      You are so sweet! I really enjoyed getting to know you yesterday too, and I love your writing and blog!! xoxo

      Reply

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