The Story of Princess Grandma
PRINCESS GRANDMA
One Upon a Time…..A little girl learns although she cannot be a storybook princess when she grows up, she can be a Grandma. Princess Grandma speaks resoundingly to daughters, mothers and grandmothers about the true beauty and meaning of a princess. And how a Grandma’s lifetime of patience, love, and trust can make fairy tales come true in the heart of a child.
The story begins…….
Once upon a time, but not so very far away….
lived a little girl.
The little girl loved to eat sugar cookies with pink icing and so many sprinkles they scattered on the floor whenever she took a bite.
She carried a purse on her shoulder covered in tiny sparkly things that shimmered like the colors of a rainbow.
She loved to skip.
Even when wearing high heeled shoes.
But mostly, the little girl loved princesses.
In the corner of the little girl’s bedroom was a special place for all her precious princess things.
There was a very tall mirror her Daddy hung on the wall. The little girl would curtsy to herself and smile as she admired herself in the mirror.
She would wear a crown atop her head, a shimmering violet gown fastened with a ribbon around her waist and her make believe glass slippers.
There was a cardboard treasure box she had decorated with crayons and shiny jewels from the craft store.
There were four glass hooks where she draped her prized princess gowns and necklaces.
The little girl’s mommy would often come to her bedroom and sit on the little girls’ pink princess bed. There the little girl and her Mommy would talk about all kinds of things.
One day the Mommy asked the little girl, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Standing on her tippy toes, the little girl exclaimed “I want to be a Princess!”.
The mommy sat quietly for a moment and then disappeared down the stairs. She came back with the morning newspaper in her hand.
She spread the newspaper across the bed and read a page with the word CLASSIFIED in big black letters.
Mommy ran her finger down the page, all the while shaking her head.
There was not one princess job to be found.
What else would the little girl like to be?
Still filled with excitement and confidence, the little girl stuck her pointer finger high in the air and announced, “Then I want to be……
A Grandma!”
Still there were no job listings in the newspaper for Grandmas. But the little girl knew there were lots and lots of Grandmas and being a Grandma was a real job, a really good job. If she couldn’t be a princess, a Grandma would be just as magnificent.
Why when the little girl was with her Grandma she felt like a princess. And Grandma did all sort of things just like princesses.
There were the royal teas with all the fancy things. There were little cookie cutter sandwiches Grandma would make. And those delicious chocolate pies with the whipped cream running all over the sides. And the little lace papers where she could gently set her pretend cup of tea.
There were enchanting games of make believe. Grandma would let the little girl fix her hair,
and sometimes put on her makeup. Grandma would always say what a lovely job she had done.
One time Grandma even let the little girl spray some perfume on her neck. The perfume came from a beautiful glass bottle Grandma kept on a high shelf in her bedroom.
There were secret places with all kinds of treasures to be discovered. Like the box in the attic with the old doll and doll clothes from when Grandma was a little girl.
And the old typewriter down the basement where she would type secret notes to hide from her brother, asking Grandma how to spell each and every word- which Grandma always did-patiently.
There were storybooks with characters who seem to come alive. Grandma would read her favorite book more than two times, all she had to say was “please.”
Mommy was usually way too tired to read the same book more than once.
There were enchanting treats and royal surprises. One time Grandma bought her a gift and it wasn’t even her birthday! Come to think of it, it was probably more than once, but telling Mommy probably wasn’t a good idea the little girl thought to herself!
Grandma seemed to have a magic spell, even on the dullest of days.
One stormy day they pretended to live in a fancy hotel and they brought each other peanut butter sandwiches and applesauce on a tray, just like room service. They both ate lunch in the little girl’s bedroom, and it was divine.
And of course, Grandma was as kind and patient as any princess could be.
She had a heart as big as a magical kingdom and as beautiful as the loveliest gown.
When they played Candy Land Grandma would almost always let her win. And Grandma always hugged her when she didn’t.
One time when the little girl was sick, Grandma sat on the side of her bed and just talked to her quietly.
Grandma rubbed her back and stroked the hair from her forehead. When the little girl fell asleep, Grandma stayed. She sat and just watched the little girl sleep.
The little girl thought spending a day with her Grandma was like a fairy tale. And it always had a happy ending too.
The little girl and her mommy traded smiles, a few silly giggles and a big hug. They both loved thinking of Grandma as a Princess.
Maybe the little girl mused, real life princesses didn’t have to wear crowns and gowns and really tall shoes. Maybe they wore all the beautiful stuff on their insides, like a heart of gold and a rainbow-colored spirit. Grandma certainly did have all the important qualities of a princess, and she could make fairy tale days come true.
Mommy thought her little girl’s wish to be a Princess Grandma when she grew up was magically magnificent!
In Mommy’s heart, she secretly wished she too could be a Princess Grandma when she grew up.
Mommy told the little girl to always remember her wish. She also told her to work hard every day to build her own heart of gold and rainbow-colored spirit. And with a little luck and lots and lots of love, years from now she too could become a PRINCESS GRANDMA making fairy tales come true in the hearts of those she loved………
Wishing you a Happily Ever after………
Copyright- Teri Harrison