Perhaps some of you remember being, or feeling, like daddy’s princess. Dad, or maybe the grandfather or the uncle who would have acted as a father figure if my father were gone. The father figure, the one who took care of us, the person who wanted to give us everything, so we wouldn’t lack anything, who looked after us, especially from “men,” being a man himself. Now that we’re older, I wouldn’t have believed that the father figure is still as important as it was when I was a child, perhaps because I still have some healing to do. At 52, and my father having died almost nine years ago, I’ve missed him a lot lately. And I asked myself, exactly why? I’ve had many experiences now that remind me of many situations from when I was a child: when we were at the beach and I was building sandcastles, my dad not liking the sand, but he would explain to me how to build a sandcastle that wouldn’t fall over; when he held the bike behind me while I learned to ride; when the comet got away from me and my dad was following me trying to catch it so I wouldn’t cry; when he used to take me to and from parties and then when I was older, when he would wait for me until I got home from the holidays; when he used to be my passenger side teaching me how to drive, and then I would always bring him back with a bruise and he wouldn’t complain; in short, so many other memories, and with each memory I cried, I’ve cried a lot, and I realized that I deserve all of that, outside of the times when we argued and he punished me, there were those many beautiful memories that I had overshadowed, forgotten. And now, looking back, I realize that I was very loved, so much that I was truly a princess, so what the heck happened along the way that I forgot that. I miss my dad because he would surely remind me that I am a princess and that I should never forget it and never let others see me / treat me as less. Be very careful: a princess can also serve others with great love, but never beyond her limits. A princess knows how to say no, and others respect that. And of course, when it comes to other men, even more so, whoever wants to share their life with me must be very clear that I am the princess. Now that I remember my place, I will no longer let any more princes into my life.
Now that we’re adults, let’s take charge ourselves, and remember: we deserve to be treated like princesses. Let’s start with ourselves, treating ourselves like princesses. Others will treat us the way we see ourselves. Always remember that you deserve everything. And so, of course, we can do it alone, but if someone wants to enter our lives, the least they can do is: treat me like the princess I am, nothing less.
