How to be a Princess or a Prince


 I loved to play princess, bride, fancy lady as a child.  I wore my mother’s robes, high heeled shoes, hats, and scarves while I had tea parties with sugar water using my china, a Christmas present at age four from my oldest brother and his wife.  I learned to hold my pinkie out as I sipped from my cup.  In fact, in my mind, my destiny was to be a princess, but I was  born into the wrong family. Well, the only thing wrong with my family was we did not have a big bank account nor live in a stone castle with turrets.  But the fact is — we did live in a lovely home, we had all the material possessions we needed, love overflowed in our family, and my parents spoiled me, caving to my every wish.

There was a creek behind our house.  Creeks attract the neighborhood kids.  And kids create splashes.  I wore pretty dresses, even for play.  I remember running home because my dress had water splats all over it and crying, “Get it off! Get it off!”  In second grade, I have a distinct memory of my teacher sending a note home to my mother informing her she did not need to dress me in such fancy clothes for school.

Who bought my fancy dresses?  Two of my aunts with daughters older than I.  I had a large wardrobe of beautiful hand-me-downs.  I looked up to these older cousins — one who lived two doors away from me and the other lived three hours away.  They were both accomplished in several arenas, and I followed in their footsteps of majorette, cheerleader, pianist, vocalist, and academic achiever.  College and graduate school culminated my preparation for the princess life with academics, refined cultural tastes, and well prepared for my career as a librarian.  The perfect jobs fell into my lap.

Although every bride is a princess on her wedding day, I added a couple more royal touches.  My bridal headpiece was the closest thing I could find to a steeple hennin, though it did not come to a point, but the floor length veil flowed out of the center.  And I walked down the aisle with my father as Guinevere did with her right hand resting on King Arthur’s left hand which was held out in front of him.

As a married woman I continued the princess lifestyle.  My husband opened and held doors for me, gave me flowers and surprise gifts; he was always the perfect gentleman.  We took ballroom dancing lessons; we learned a dance for our son’s wedding choreographed to the Beach Boys’ “Little Deuce Coupe,” to acknowledge our son’s vehicle mania.

My husband treated me to the finest of cultural events in our locality with assorted season’s tickets, varying from year to year, such as the symphony, theater, Muny Opera, and memberships in other cultural institutions.

Even though he left our marriage after 42 years, I am still a princess.  It has taken me this long to realize I AM a real. live. princess!  God adopted me into his family when I was only four years old!  I am a child of the King!  And I will live in a castle made of gold in heaven!

God has treated me as a princess my entire life.  In fact, I have thanked him for the easy life he had given me.  And then. . .  We lost our 35 year old daughter to cancer only 101 days after her diagnosis.  In spite of our deep grief, would you believe we actually praised God for taking her?!  We thanked Him, because her oncologist said he could get her through two more years with his clinical trials, and, by then, there would be a cure for cancer.  There wasn’t a cure two years later. To have extended her misery from fractured bones and the extreme discomfort from the effects of the medications would have been unbearable for her and for us.

God has promised us a royal life. We don’t have to pretend we are a prince or princess or play royal games, because God has assured us —

And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.   Philippians 4:19 (ESV)

Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice.  Philippians 4:4 (ESV)

So that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love,  may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth,  and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3:17-19 (ESV)

But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved—and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.  Ephesians 2:4-7 (ESV)

But, as it is written,  “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.”    I Corinthians 2:9 (ESV)

This is only a sampling of verses promising a royal life for us, the Princes and Princesses as the children of God.  Please add more verses to this list.


About 9awalsh

A genealogist and writer who has uncovered legacy stories which must be told. I also write a blog, Deciphering Life, trying to figure out why life becomes so tangled --
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2 Responses to How to be a Princess or a Prince

  1. janrichwil says:

    Nina, Your writing is nostalgic and heart wrenching. Yet, you clearly have joy in your heart because of the beautiful relationships you have had in your life. I love your portrayal of life as a child, a wife, a mother–but most importantly–a daughter of the king! I can’t wait to read all of your posts. Thank you for sharing! I am a little embarrassed to tell you that I have a blog as well because I am such an amateur, but we have so much in common.


    • 9awalsh says:

      You are right! We do have a lot in common! I may be a princess, but I have never worn a crown — which you are in your picture! Your blog will come along with practice. Thanks for reading.


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