A Letter to My Former Self (Subject: PRINCESSES)

Dear Former Self,

We need to talk.

I am not sure how to break this to you. Like removing a band-aid, it is probably best to do this quickly. Not beat around the bush.

When your daughter turns three, she requests a Frozen-themed cake and wears a princess dress to her party.

Are you ok? Do you need to sit down? Can I get you a glass of water?

First things first: What is Frozen you ask? ONLY THE BEST DISNEY MOVIE EVER. (I should explain: most parents in the future disagree with you on that point. Just an FYI.)

No, seriously. It is a Disney movie that doesn’t entirely suck. It is a story about true love…BETWEEN SISTERS! #didn’tseethatonecoming. (Bonus: your amazing sister even makes a stunning cake featuring the movie’s protagonists. #Sistersforever.)

I digress. Back to the princess thing.

First of all, do not fret. Your future self has not abandoned all her feminist principles. Not by a long shot.

Here is the thing: in the future, you chill out and learn to trust your child. You understand that she isn’t fragile and will not break at the site of a Disney princess.

You find balance.

Yes, your kid watches Frozen, but she also watches Bob the Builder, Curious George, and Masha and the Bear. (That last one? Oh just a quirky Russian cartoon about a girl and her anthropomorphic bear friend. You will dig it.)

Here’s the other thing: the more your get into this parenting gig, the more you learn that you can’t make every little thing about YOU. You learn to let your child be who they are. This means that sometimes you have to release your preconceived visions of how you think things should be.

Like, letting your child wear nothing but a diaper while opening Christmas presents, despite the fact that she is essentially naked in all the photos. She hates clothes (she is a toddler) and it just is not worth the battle. You learn to roll with it.

Why, you could even say you learn to Let it go! (Ha! This will be a funny joke in the future, trust me.)

Take heart. She initially wanted a dinosaur cake for her birthday. She still loves dinosaurs, too. In fact, at daycare one day, the teacher jokingly called her “princess z.” and she scowled back, “I am NOT a princess. I am a dinosaur! I am a T-REX!”

So relax. It’s all good.


Your Future Self

P.S. Girlfriend, invest in some good under-eye concealer. You’re going to need it.

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  1. This is brilliant. I love Masha, I mean my son loves Masha


    1. Masha is the best right?! The theme song gets stuck in my head too!

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      1. I saw, what I think is the last episode and nearly cried


      2. I haven’t seen it yet but pretty sure I’ll cry too. It’s a sweet show.

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      3. It is, I wont give anything away but it is so sweet

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  2. Reblogged this on itsgoodtobecrazysometimes and commented:
    I think everyone with children can relate to this


  3. Brilliant! Loved reading this 🙂


    1. Thanks so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

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      1. My pleasure 🙂


  4. Enjoyed this post. Very sweet.

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    1. Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

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    2. Thank you so much! I love your paintings by the way. They are stunning.

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  5. themotherhub says:

    Love this ! And totally identify – also a feminist with a pink princess daughter. I was horrified at first but then realised 1) I can’t be bothered with the the tantrums if I didn’t allow it and 2) it’s quite possible to like pink and also be smart, funny, strong and all the other things I want her to be !

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    1. Yes, could not agree more! It is funny how parenting opens our eyes to these nuances huh?! (And thank you so much for reading and commenting. I look forward to checking out your blog!) Have a great day!


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