When Makena woke up this morning, she told me about her dream. In it, she got married. I asked her who she married, and she coyly told me, "You!" Ok, cute, hope CPS isn't listening in. She then said that Ursula (for those of you without a young girl or a penchant for watching animated movies, Ursula is the baddie in The Little Mermaid...she's an octopus with a fabulous short white haired 'do and a shock of red lips...kinda female impersonator-ish) came in the window, and was sorta mean but then was nice.
I asked her if she wore a wedding dress, and she said yes...it was sparkly. It was white with pink and blue and brown and white and dark pink sparkles (sounds pretty!). I asked her what I wore (for fear it would be either a Prince Charles military uniform or a tux) and she said I wore the same dress (whew!). I asked if we had crowns (yes) and asked if we wore veils - she asked what that was ("the white fabric that's on the back of your Ariel doll"), and we did. She said she was "growed up - a mommy!" in the dream.
I asked her who was at the wedding...she said everyone. I asked who married us - she said "you did!" again, coyly. I said, no, who was the minister. She said it was a "church man".
By this time, we were on on way to school, and she was now engrossed in working on her Princess book copying words.
It's pretty sweet, really, to be the all and everything of your child. I remember when I was a kid, about 6 or 7, I told my parents I was never going to leave and get married...I was going to stay with them forever. I don't know recall if I ever said I wanted to marry them...I'm sure I probably did at some point. I didn't watch these princess movies when I was a kid, though...where the poor unknown princess needs a prince to help her and marry her and then they live happily ever after. I worry about about the indoctrination that that does to Makena. I don't want her to think that she ever needs a man to "take care of her"...because that's not how the world works...at least not anymore. Maybe in cave days up to the 50's...but with divorce taking 1/2 the marriages, she ultimately needs to be able to rely on herself, even though she'll always have me. So, in that respect, I guess getting married to me is a pretty true thing after all! :)
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No nightmares. How sweet was that dream. Sweet enough to sleep in her very own princess bed? How descriptive she was with all the details. When and if she takes a husband I hope I will be here to see what a beautiful bride she will be.
Grama Kathleen
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