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On Princessing – How to Wear Your Invisible Crown

Instructions for the modern princess.

Instructions for the modern princess.

I have the very definition of a girly-girl for a daughter. She loves pink, dancing, baby dolls, shoes, shopping, and, of course, Princesses. Hence her nickname here, Princess.

Pink is not my favorite color. I despise shopping. I have a degree in Forestry and a career in automotive sales.  I do love shoes, though.

Coming to grips with the presence of princesses in our life was easier than I thought, though. First, if my daughter is a princess, I’m the Queen. Which is cool. And even the Disney princesses aren’t that bad.

The Disney Princess movies are awesome- great music, girls on adventures, plot twists, etc., but I worried a little when I thought about the message being sent. Would Princess expect to grow up and be a princess?  (Read this awesome post if you need support in accepting the ladies of Disney:  In Defense of Disney Princesses)

Then, I realized if I travelled that road of logic, I’d have to do some SERIOUS thinking before I let my son watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Also, I remembered that I had once lived in a castle (see then pic here) and wore a crown along with a bunch of other amazing women. We even had a chef.  Once each week we’d dress up and gather in our formal dining room where strapping young

Zeta Tau Alpha, OSU

men would serve us a delicious (unless it was squirting chicken) meal.  Occasionally, during these meals, we’d even burst into songs about flowers, castles, and boys.

You see, I was a member of Zeta Tau Alpha at Oklahoma State. Our open motto is “Seek the Noblest” and one of our symbols is a five-pointed crown. A couple amazing pointers I received, straight from the ZTA creed, are about the nobility of serving others and finding satisfaction in being rather than seeming.

That’s some princessing I could sink my teeth into and guide my daughter by.

Since I despise the Disney Princess decor (It’s just a thing, I hate that shade of pink and also dislike the cost), I’m always looking for Princess stuff that is outside the box.

A pretty graphic of princessing guidelines would be a nice touch on my Princess’s wall. I have always liked the “Always Wear Your Invisible Crown” bit, so I decided to provide some instruction on how to keep said crown on your head. I think it still needs work as far as its appearance before it gets hung on the wall.  The message seems worth sharing now, though, especially with people who have a princess in their home.

My daughter and I discussed the concept last night while I was putting her to bed. I told her she can’t look down on anyone and has to keep her chin up. She told me she was excited because she has 15 invisible tiaras in her closet. She got up, in fact, and found one that was too small for her and gave that one to Louie, our cat. As far as I know, he’s still got it on. Maybe he’ll appreciate the advice, too.

Happy Princessing!

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I Think It’s Time For YOUR Checkup, Doc

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Time for Doc’s checkup! Don’t worry, it will only tickle a little.

I could tell things weren’t looking good by the look on her face. She’d just taken my temperature via ear. “What is it?” I asked her.

“Two ounces,” she told me.

I was in the middle of an exam by Dr. Princess.You see, I, like many other dolls, stuffed animals, baby brothers and pets in our home, had fallen victim to a mystery illness.

Ever since a certain show starring a young girl who talks to and fixes sick and broken toys started on Disney, my house seems to be full of germs. That show is Doc McStuffins. (Click the link to learn more about the show if you’ve never seen it). Coincidence or disease-spreading-over-TV-waves plot?

“I’ve never had a temperature of two ounces, what is it?” I implored.

“You’re sick,” she stated. Truth is, I wasn’t even feeling bad. That’s the scary part.

Nervously, I inquired, “Really? What do I have?”

“First, we have to check your blood pressure. Then, I have to listen to your heart beep,” she replied.

She unceremoniously velcroed the pink Barbie-adorned cuff onto my lower arm. After a couple of squeezes she looked at the dial, shook her head and told me the result. “Fourteen ounces.”. A quick listen to my heart and she was able to convey the grim diagnosis. “You have gwideallatosis.”

“Oh no!” I exclaimed. “What are the next steps?”

Pulling out a pink and blue page covered in ducks, she tells me, “I have to check my map.” A moment passes while she stares at the page before she begins loading her syringe from her infant’s sippy cup and tells me what is next, “Lemonade shots.”

I bravely comply as she asks me to open my mouth so she can shoot the liquid in. I ask her hopefully, “Am I better now?”

“No,” she brusquely responds. “Come on, we have to go to another doctor. This one has candy and better stickers.”

Silently, I thank God our health insurance deductible has been met. There is no telling what that kind of specialist would cost.

Update: A recent exam shows I am gwideallatosis-free! But others in my house haven’t fared so well.

Bunny needs repeated shots. Gordon the dog has required bandages for months. My son’s blood pressure is consistently in the 13-16 oz. range. Barbie and the Lalaloopsy girls have been affected, too, along with numerous other toys. Quite frankly, they’re all sick of being sick.

Are you finding more illness in your home since Doc McStuffins showed up on your TV? Please write your experiences in the comments below and share it with friends who may have the same issue. If enough of us get together we can let Disney and the CDC know that if we really want the healing to begin, the Doc is OUT.

 

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