PRINCESS QUITE A LOT !
i am being a typical mom
“noah . . . did you do your homework?
please make your bed !
what do you mean you did not finish your homework ?
water the plants !
pick up the poops !
do it now ! !
read right this minute !
no ! no ! no ! “
clearly
i was missing the cue
frustration
must have been building
because
in a rather condescending tone
i hear ,
“YES PRINCESS !”
“ princess ????
did this young man just call me Princess ? “
at first i was somewhat offended
(reasons beyond what i could write in this post)
(reasons beyond what i could write in this post)
okay. . .more than somewhat .
i reminded noah
in a not so princess like voice,
that if he had done
what he knew he was supposed to do ,
then i would never have to bark out
requests . commands . orders .
several times since,
he has referred to me as princess . . .
that started my mind to pondering .
i am a princess
i am a daughter of god
i am a woman of noble birth
i am his mother
and so by all means
he can call me princess .
he can treat me as a princess
and i will be delighted
to be called
“Yes PRINCESS”
i was shopping for my primary
at seagull books .
in the young women section
there before my eyes
sparkly and in the shape of small crowns .
they had
“Yes PRINCESS”
written all over them
and so i did what any
young princess would do . . .
young princess would do . . .
i had to have them !
i wore them and i could feel the
princess magic
princess magic
flow through my countenance.
WOWZA !
noah and i had the difficult morning routine .
as he stepped out of the car i implored,
“ no friends ! homewrk first ! “
to which he responded ,
“Yes PRINCESS”
i flipped my hair to reveal
the dangling crowns ,
“you better believe i am your
‘Yes PRINCESS’ ”
with a roll of his eyes
he was out the door .
i rolled down the window
“ i love you !
have a wonderful day ”
have a wonderful day ”
he smiled ,
“Yes PRINCESS”
now , i have to take this
pewter pumpkin
pewter pumpkin
of a vehicle
to work
will have my palace
in tip top condition
“Yes PRINCESS”
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