Ever since I can remember my mission in life was to grow up to be a princess. Just like so many other little girls. But we didn’t have the money to spend on fancy toys. And it never occurred to her to promote these things in a big or overly meaningful way.
Obviously she’d been reflecting on the way things were for us as kids, growing up. I know this because a year or two ago she apologised. I wasn’t looking for or expecting it. It came as quite a surprise.
Every now and then that reel runs through in my mind. In the middle of creative pursuit, just the other day, something hit the play button again.
Because see, the sticking point for me is this - as a child I didn’t miss what I didn’t have. I’m pretty sure I was oblivious to the fact I never owned a tiara. I was however fully aware that I’d been thought of when she brought me home the book about a real princess. For me. Just because that was my life’s dream.
Back to the creativity.
She may have never bought me fancy dress ups and the like – but she did hand me a needle and thread. There was a bag of fabric scraps I was allowed to raid just whenever. There was always paper, scissors, crayons, and glue. The most used book on the shelf was the ‘make and do.’ I was happy with that. Satisfied to the full. I didn’t know I was missing out – because I wasn’t.
How does all that impact me now? I still love to create. I love to be resourceful. It’s such a big part of who God made me. I’m pretty sure He knew that when He provided for our needs. I am grateful for those days.
And the princess thing? Well, once upon a time a girl met a boy. He called her his Precious Princess (and still does)… But that’s a whole other story!
Now, your turn…