We recently returned from the wonderful world of the mouse. We made the pilgrimage as a rite of passage - hoping for the best, but not having high expectations. I was surprised to find myself swept up in the magic on more than one occasion and we really did have an amazing trip.
Now, I'm a pretty cynical, skeptical person. And let me be clear - I am no fan of princesses. I feel fortunate I don't have to go down that road because I have boys. I hate what they stand for - that beauty reigns supreme. The idea that girls have to sparkle and that their natural beauty isn't good enough - ugh! It turns my stomach. The false expectation that girls have to sit around all sparkly, glammed up and wait for their price to come - puh-lease! Don't get me started (ok - too late!)!
So, there I am all cynical and hands full of boys who couldn't agree more that princess are yucky (albeit for different reasons) watching the Spectromagic parade. They are enamored with the lights, but haven't a clue who many of the characters are because they are from old Disney movies or from movies involving princesses (any movie touched by a princess is the equivalent of girl cooties and will never be welcomed into the house by these guys). We are loving the parade - swept up by all the Disney magic as usual. When, low and behold, along comes Cinderella in her pumpkin - all lit up and beautiful. I got goosebumps. WHAT?!? Yes, princess-hating, cynical me - mom to three boys without a spot of glitter in the house - got all verklepmt over seeing Cinderella strolling along in her pumpkin.
I suppose that means there's still a little girl in me hiding under this wet blanket of jaded cynicism! I guess that's how I came to be the queen of this castle ; ).
