In my haste to celebrate Quinlan's bypassing the large princess dvd section at our local library or as she calls it "The Pwincess Collection MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!," I allowed her to bring home something that had me wishing for a few pudgy fairies and a golden spindle.
Yes, apparently my daughter has graduated from princess pink to "child actress forced to act for 12-hour days and wear curlers" pink. I was so excited that she decided to forgo the Disney movies that I looked at the rating (PG), threw it on the counter, and then shoved it in our DVD player faster than you can say "Good Ship Lollipop."
Except it wasn't the Good Ship Lollipop.
It was the Littlest Rebel.
You know, as in the Confederates. General Lee. Slaves. Damn Yankees *swoon*. Slaves. War. Death. Treason.
Good times, particularly when you're fending off inquisitive three-year-old questions with your Super "Damn You're a Flipping Idiot" Mom wrist bands.
"Mommy, why are those black people serving all those children cake and ice cream?"
"Mommy, why are those men [Yankees] stealing their candles?"
It's clear that the Disney Princess movies are not without their fair share of huge life issues, but as I've come to learn, they're masked in cute songs, singing animals, and beaaaauuuutimous dresses.
And while Shirley Temple can tap a mean tap dance and whistle Dixie, she's still bossing around her slave and dance partner.
I'd call him her "caretaker" but clearly the dude is not getting paid. And chances are, he didn't ask to be there.
Oddly enough, I'm more than happy to engage her in these types of conversations, not because they're easy, or have clear cut answers, but because it's my job.
My new job!
As I graduate from ass wiper and nose blower, I become the question answerer and discussion starter. I hold a wealth of knowledge about life by the reins and become guide and explorer.
It's exciting. It's scary.
And it does make just a little bit of me wish for the princesses if only they represent a bit of innocence lost. Where everything has a happy ending. Where everything works out in the end.
But then I realize, it's my job to help her get to that place. Her happy ending is very much in my hands. And I'm here to do my best to send her in the right direction.
Straight North about 500 miles.