Like any four-year old girl my daughter aspires to be Elsa. She wants to wear a crown and dance in an ice castle.
In fact truth be told it doesn’t need to be an ice castle, it could be a lonely, windy creation at the top of a hill where she needs to grow her hair long and cast it down for a prince to climb up.
Or she would happily scrub floors until her fairy godmother arrived and turned her into a pumpkin (or is it something else she turns into a pumpkin?)
My daughter loves princesses. She loves Elsa and Princess Fiona. She loves Merida and Cinderella. She adores Ariel and Pocahontas and you know what I am okay with that.
I am okay with her admiring Snow White and Aurora. I am okay with her dressing up like Jasmine and Mulan. If she wants to be a princess I am totally on board with that.
Princess Emme kinda flows doesn’t it?
It’s a very unpopular opinion though these days.
Other mums I express this fact to gasp in shock and frown in horror. "Mama I am going to be a Princess when I grow up" she stated in a loud and regal voice the other day. "And you can come live in my castle."
The women in the park listening on exchanges glances in concern. What kind of daughter is she breeding?
Isn’t she concerned what kind of feminist she is raising?
Here is something to show your daughter when she grows up. Post continues after video.
But the fact is as well as wanting to be a princess when she grows up my daughter wants to be a giraffe. A giraffe in the zoo.
Possibly even a feminist giraffe in the zoo.
She wants to live in the zoo and eat leaves and be looked after by her older brother who wants to be a zoo keeper.
I am not bothered by the fact my daughter wants to be a princess when she grows up because the fact is that she has as much chance of being a princess than of fulfilling her dream of being a giraffe.