My daughter got a tiara for her birthday. She’s an eleven year-old princess.
We went to our favorite accessory store, Charming Charlies, and gushed over the amount of eye candy – beads as far as the eye could see, and purses with bows. It was a rainbow of girly goodness and we found our pot of gold.
She stood in front of a wall full of tiara’s and her eyes twinkled with the reflection of rhinestones. Sheepishly she looked up at me and said, “I’ve always wanted a tiara.”
“So get one.” I said.
Life is too short not to wear a tiara.
The next morning I crouched over the shower, scrubbing a half inch of soap scum with a scrubbie. The tips of my fingers were getting so clean they were raw, but soap scum is stubborn. Fumes from the cleanser irritated my lungs and I alternated between coughing fits and holding my breath.
My daughter stood in front of the mirror, crowned and putting on invisible makeup that may or may not have sparkled in the right light.
“Does this look good?” She asked.
The scrub brush stopped its swirling motion and I let out my breath. Lifting up my head, I turned until I caught her reflection in the mirror. For a moment, I was Cinderella and she was the evil step sister wearing my glass slipper, only it was a tiara.
“You look beautiful.”
And, she really did.
Then I thought about how I stopped being a princess and started being a wash woman.
My standing didn’t change, but my attitude had. I forgot who I was, a daughter of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
Girls, if you’re caught up in the grime of daily living, just remember, you’re God’s princess. So go put your tiara on and live like royalty.
P.S. Sparkly eye shadow doesn’t hurt either.