Her voice drips with disdain. “We’re not raising any princesses in this house.”
Really? Because I am.
I’m raising a princess.
One who uses cunning to outwit dragons.
One who stands for what she believes in, even against family.
One who protects others and provides for those less fortunate.
One that sees beauty in others, where most only see the surface.
One who learns of loyalty, duty, and sacrifice, and how to earn those privileges.
One who doesn’t wait for true love to find her, but fights for it when it comes.
One who believes in magic and imagines a world where unicorns and faeries play.
I don’t want to raise a damsel in distress, a diva, or a daughter who is weak in spirit.
But I do hope I’m raising a princess.