A Ninja Princess Dream

I want to make sure I give my daughter just the right message.  I want her to be strong, smart, self-sufficient, and able to stand up for herself.  But I also don’t want her to ever be ashamed of her feminine side, the side that likes her frilly dresses and her hair bows.  I don’t want her to be ashamed of anything.  My hope for her is that she never does something because society tells her that she has to fit into some little box. 

Then today Kenzie told me she was a ninja princess and put that fear to rest.  Ninja princess!  Why had I never considered this as a career opportunity?  It’s perfect! Kate Middleton fashion, tiaras, and ass-kicking all rolled into one.  My daughter just took some figurative nunchucks to society’s box.  And by box I mean culturally acceptable role, not a euphamism for vagina.  That would totally undermine the point I was just trying to make.

It’s also made me think about the kind of mom that I hope to be when she tells me her dreams and aspirations.  Will I support her in her endeavor when she’s in high school and tells me that she doesn’t want to go to college, she wants to be a ninja princess instead?  Or will I pepper her with dream-killing questions such as “What’s the job market for princess ninja-ing like?”, “Does it have good benefits?”  or “Is ninja princess a real job?”

Do you think someone told Kim Kardashian being famous wasn’t a job?  Yes.  Yes, I’m sure lots of people have.  But someone must have been supportive because now she’s dating Kanye West and has a clothing line at Sears.  So suck on that haters.

I guess I just hope that one day when she’s accepting the Lifetime Achievement Award in the field on Ninja Princess-ing she will be able to say “My mom always supported me.”

Although she just told me that now she’s a cowboy...I bet she’ll be an amazing cowboy someday.