Princess Dreams

I had always believed I was adopted, that my real parents had good reason to hide me away in average suburbia.

They did it for my own protection.

Surely I was a real Princess.  After all, the man I knew as my father had called me ‘Princess’ for as long as I could remember.

Towards the end of my teenage years, I believed Prince Charming would soon arrive.

He would be so handsome, with dark flowing locks. He’d arrive on a magnificent white stallion and without stopping, swoop down and sweep me up. We’d ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after in his kingdom where our loyal subjects would adore us.

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Before long though, I began to realise that my imaginary existence was in fact a fairy tale, several of them actual, and Walt Disney had lovingly told (or retold) all of them in stunning Technicolor.

As a young girl, I dreamed I was Sleeping Beauty. I would brush my hair and smooth over the sheets when I went to bed. I know I looked as elegant as she did, but try as I may, I simply could not stay asleep for 100 years waiting for my prince to slay the dragon and awake me from my slumber.

At other times I believed I was Snow White and I tried to communicate with forest critters – wait a minute, no I didn’t. Wild animals frighten the life out of me and I could not avoid eating apples. My mother would buy them by the box load and make sumptuous apple pies and other culinary delights. There’s also the fact that from a very early age I bared such a striking resemblance to my mother that there was no question she was in fact my mother, and most certainly not my step-mother.

I would often goof off at swimming training and pretend I was the little mermaid and that’s enough said on that topic.

I imagined I was Cinderella slaving away, because there were always ‘chores’ I had to do. I would pine for my fairy godmother to dress me in a spectacular gown and dispatch me off to the ball to fall in love.

Yet as I entered my early twenties, I began to realise this would never happen and I was not a real Princess.

I was in fact, the very plain and very simple daughter of Mr and Mrs Average.

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I fell back to earth with a huge thud and sank into the murky depths of a life I didn’t want. Trudging along, knee-deep in mire, the going was hard and slow. I struggled to take one step at a time – find a job, find my own home, pay my way in life – in other words, carve out my own existence.

This muddy path stretched out before me with no end in sight, yet, just as I was beginning to consider my dreams were all for naught, Prince Charming arrived and true to form, he swept me off my feet and proved that dreams really do come true.

Suddenly I knew I was a princess.

But which one?

I knew I wasn’t Mulan heading off to battle for twelve years, but I could easily have been Princess Jasmine on a magic carpet ride to new and exotic places.

I might even have been Pocahontas ensuring a peaceful existence between the invading party and the local natives, after all there was the occasion when I introduced Prince Charming to my family.

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But I was none of these princesses I have already spoken about.

The moment I knew which Princess’ life I was living occurred on the night we met, when Prince Charming asked me to dance.

He twirled me across that dance floor and sang sweet nothings in my ear. Suddenly everything else faded away we were the only couple swirling and twirling in a great hall.

He gazed into my eyes and I was lost. There in his eyes I found a universe of possibilities – my beginning, my future and yes, even my end.

In that moment of pure bliss, my heart found the rhythm that allowed it to beat in perfect unison with another and we have danced to the beat of our hearts, happily ever after.

The Two of Us

Beauty and the Beast on their wedding day.

 

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I was only three years old when my grandmother took me to the local movie theatre and introduced me to my first Disney Princess, although this was the same year Walt Disney passed away (1966).

Almost 50 years later, his ideals of magic and everlasting love stay with me and I thank him for allowing me to view my life through his eyes.

His magic has endured across many generations and I still run off to watch the latest Disney film, either by myself or with my 26 years old daughter, and cannot imagine a world without Disney in it.

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In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt – Happliy Ever After

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