I’m No Princess

I’m no princess.

I may love pretty things, laced, glittery and sparkling.

I may love dresses, flowing, frilly and fluttering.

I may love tutu’s, twirling and twinkling.

I may love shoes, clipping and clasping.

I may love bags, zipping, sneaking and concealing.

I may love doll’s, cuddling, nurturing and mothering.

I may love ponies, caring and caressing.

I may love unicorns, dazzling, glistening and fantasising.

I may love to sing, full, proud and beaming.

I may love to dance, elegant, whist full and hauntingly beautiful.

I may love to wear my emotions in dramatic flare, passionate, exposed and etched on my sleeve.

But I’m no princess.

I will run, jump, climb and rumble tumble. I will roar, rage and rock n roll. I will stand my ground, hold my own and demand centre stage. I will drive the fastest and pick the flashiest car. I will dominate the track, twisting, rolling, turning. I will build the biggest tower, constructing and calculating. I will jump in the deepest puddles, dark and full of splash. I will scoop in the grittiest dirt, mixing, mulching and gloriously messy. I will squeal with delight with the clash of thunder or the rush of a jet stream. I scale the highest tree and swing, long and strong from the branches. I am no princess.

I am fierce, I am determined, I am mischievous, I am magnificent! I am vivacious, ferocious and flourishing. I am wild, free and spirited. I am manic, perpetual and churning. I am impressive, booming and loud. I am sensitive, knowing and wise beyond my years. I am humble, I am a show off, I am funny, I am clever and I am open, wanting and seeking all that the world presents me.

I am no princess but I am the newest generation of woman. I will not be diminished or reserved through label. I will be equal and I will be fair. I will challenge the stereotypes and rise above it. I will embrace the girl but foster the woman. I am no princess but I am the embodiment of a warrior.

As her mother I will fight alongside her. I will run, leap and glide on the wind with her soaring spirit. I will show her how to love, not just others but her incredible self. I will help her to identify who she is and to love every implicit and wonderful flaw. I will stand with her and bellow her war cry as in all our girls is a woman, ready and waiting to roar.

We are the gentlest of creatures, mysterious, magical and masterful. We see the world with our hearts. Never underestimate the profound potential of our daughters, of our beautiful warrior women.