3. Fairy tales are for real
Yes, the Royal Family seems to be living a fairy tale life. Very Disneyesque and Cinderella-like. (Except when you watch The Crown and realize everything isn’t/wasn’t always pixie dust and paradise) But, aren’t we living a fairytale too? The magical miracle of our human body is cause enough for us to wonder if this is real life. Not to mention the wow factor surrounding the infinite patterns and roles of nature and the cosmos.
Spring is full of magnificent colors and aromas. With the naked eye, we are only privy to the surface beauty. Beneath every bloom is an intricate design set in motion for a specific purpose, leaving us with mostly our imagination to decipher.
When it comes to motherhood, the land of make-believe isn’t so pretend after all. Fairy tales do happen. We see them every day because children are a miracle bar none, a blessing beyond measure. Included in our tale is having a private paparazzi of sons and daughters in our home all day long calling our name repeatedly and stalking us out in want of being with us every second. Our little girls think of us as a princess (except when we’re a witch, which is never of course because, fairy tale). They gaze at us with admiration, giggle with delight when we walk in the door, and long to be in our presence, all while pretending to be a princess themselves.
4. Pomp and circumstance is part of God’s plan
Spring puts on quite an elaborate display of showmanship each year. Every living thing that lay dormant for months begins to flourish —showing off like royal remnants of God’s creation. The bond between creator and creation takes place on a world stage with all kinds of to-do over colors, hues, and gorgeousness.
The Royal Wedding pageantry speaks for itself between the invitations printed in gold and black, then burnished to bring out the shine, and gilded around the edge with the three-feathered badge of the Prince of Wales in the center (catching my breath), a lemon elderflower cake that incorporates the bright flavors of spring, and a horse-drawn carriage procession to name a few of the noble nuances.
Motherhood is all about fuss and swagger too. We are hopeless love bearers when it comes to lavishing devotion on our kiddos and take pride in running on fumes to try and accomplish all things sensational. Think, Pinterest moments. Mostly fails, but who’s counting?
If we think about the mom gig in relation to royal weddings, we may not live in a palace, but our family home is everything. We may not be waited on hand and foot, but we have the privilege to serve. As for spring, what’s not to like? The newness gives us a fresh perspective to help us overcome our winter blues.
So, lets soak up the sun, breathe in fresh-cut grass, gaze at tulips, cry over the royal wedding (be sure to roll your r’s while speaking of the beautyness of it all), and love on our kids like the noble offspring and inheritance they are.
