Little Girls

“In my dreams, I could be a Princess, and that’s what I was. Like most little girls, I believed nothing less than a Prince could make my dreams come true.” – Loretta Young

I went to the baseball game tonight with my favorite gal pals. A much needed “Girls Night Out.” I made an observation or two that struck something inside of me. There is something about “little girls.”

So, we were seated in front of a row of rambunctious little boys, there were about 5 or 6 of them, probably around 7 or 8 years old. As the night grew later, the louder they became! They made me laugh… From their “rally hats” – and by “rally hats” I mean popcorn buckets on their heads… To their sniffing my hair, oh yeah, that happened, creeped me out a little, then I laughed, they are just “little boys” after all… They were a riot! As one of my gal pals put it, “They’re kinda cute, just really loud.”

In front of us, diagonal to me, was a little girl. She was probably 6-7 years old, judging by the missing and growing teeth in her mouth. Well, she noticed the little boys, and spent much of the game turned in her seat looking at them. She looked at them through her binoculars – I believe these are the latest toys in the Kids’ Meals at Burger King… The little boys never acknowledged her. There was a group of “International Junior Miss” at the game, they had their tiaras, their hair curled… To a little girl, they probably looked like princesses. To a little girl, who watched the little boys call the Junior Misses “hot,” she turned around momentarily and hung her head. It didn’t last. I noticed, however, each time she saw the Junior Misses, she tracked them with her eyes. What could she be thinking? I wondered. I wanted to tell her that she was beautiful just the way she was – but how creepy is that coming from a stranger?

The chord that was struck inside of me is that, so many women are just little girls in grown up bodies. How many women seek the attention of a man that doesn’t notice her? Men are oblivious, with their sports and their rally hats, never realizing that this woman is staring in his direction. I don’t know why it’s like that, I’m not a man… The little girl inside the woman’s body doesn’t realize how amazing and how beautiful she really is, because she looks at others, compares herself to others… Yes, princesses exist, but all women – all little girls are princesses and queens. Somehow not everyone has learned this lesson. Women with daughters especially should know this, who else will teach her? Who else will show her the way?

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