The Disney magic has faded and we are settling into the every day that is home. But there are lessons I am determined to carry into our ordnary life.
While in Florida, I deliberately worked on acquiring the habit of calling my girls "princess." I want the girls to hear it, but more importantly, I want to say it. Believe it. Treat them so.
For my girls and for myself, I want to claim the identity of God's chosen daughter, of being heir to the Kingdom of heaven.
After reading about my princess epiphany, my dear friend Megan, who is the epitome of a holy Princess, suggested a pink princess afternoon, whereupon we introduced the girls to Gigi, God's Little Princess.
Gigi thinks that she is a real princess and she plays the part all day, every day. At the end of the day, when she is tucked into bed by her daddy, he reminds her that she's his princess. She dreams of castles and jewels and worries about about not looking the part.
She does wonder how she possibly be a princess if her daddy is not a king. Looking to her father for clarification, she asks,
“Daddy, are you a king?”
“Why would you think that?” he said.
“If I am a princess, you must be a king.”
“Well, you are a daughter of a very great King,” Daddy said. “He is King above any other king.”
Big tears began to pool in the corners of Gigi’s eyes. “Are you not my daddy?” she asked.
“Of course I am,” Daddy said, squeezing her tightly. “But we are children of the greatest King of all. This King rules over everything there is, and you are His daughter. You are God’s little princess!”
Understanding dawns and she is eager to share the good news. This is a delightful book full of curls and freckles and pink princesses.
We girls talked long about the message and then, in true Megan-style, shared pink princess cupcakes.
But of course.
