Every woman is a princess; every woman is a queen. Some of my best friends are princesses. Sarah, Elizabeth, Ashton, Samantha – all sparkle in their daddy/husband/best friend’s eyes. My princess friend Erin collects tiaras whenever she can. I myself have an Irish Princess tiara at my work desk.
But that doesn’t hold a candle to those who call themselves kings. Gone are the days of the ancients, of gold leaf circlets and the hedjet (the White Crown of the Pharaoh of Upper Egypt). Their simple designs have long been replaced with egg-sized rubies and cascades of diamonds and gild and glitter.
The Crown Jewels of Russia
The sparkle of diamonds and pearls and rubies and sapphires tease us mere mortals of a life none of us will ever experience.
Crown of India
With one stone we could buy a car. A house. With a handful of precious stones we could buy the world.
Crown of Iran
The power behind the symbol is also something us mere mortals will never fathom. How many lives were lost in the name of the crown? In the name of the monarchy?
The Minor Imperial Crown of Russia
The dreams of tomorrow sparkle like diamonds in the crown. Every sparkle a new facet of life.
Crown of King Henry VIII
But have heart, princesses of the world. Our wealth is not in rubies and emeralds and solid gold trim. Our wealth is in our heart. Our princess heart.
Imperial Crown of the Holy Roman Empire
Our wealth is in the love we feel, the words we share. Our determination to not give in. Not give up. Even in the face of adversity.
Crown of Louis XV, France
We are all princesses, queens, and kings, all children of royalty. Daughters of farmers and tool and die men and accountants, sons of waitresses and postal carriers and fishermen.
I must admit, though, I wouldn’t mind wearing one of those crowns — being Queen for a Day.
What a day that would be…
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