A while back (two years, two months and 24 days ago, to be precise) I wrote a self-incriminating post about the Royal Wedding.
Today, I wish to pen something of an epilogue with a thought or two about Will, Kate and their Royal Bundle of Joy.
1. I reconfirm the fact that I think they are a classy couple. I honestly believe that Kate and I will be friends someday. (Despite my decided lack of class. Maybe some of hers will rub off on me...)
2. That said, I took absolutely zero thought of them when I named my own son Will--just in case any of you are wondering. (But I may feel a bit smug if the wee royal is named after his dad.)
3. While the world is in a frenzy of celebrations and powder blue buggy knock-off manufacturing, I can't help but feel sad that the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have to share such an intimate and bonding time of their lives with the faceless--albeit jubilant--masses. I remember having just a minuscule entourage of loved ones "mob" me when I arrived in Utah with my one-month old. And even then, among the people I care most about in this life, I still felt like I wanted to fiercely guard that space between my child and the outside world. These babies are literally a part of us for 9 months: We feel them...know them...love them...before--and might I say more than--anyone else. I can't help but think that Kate must feel stripped of a deep and important part of herself today, as she was expected to do her royal duty and thrust her firstborn (who is only a day old!) before the salivating paparazzi and gawking public--all anxious to get that money shot. My heart kind of breaks for her today.
4. And, as famous and darling and royal as this child most certainly is, he is--with all due respect--just a baby. Truthfully, shouldn't every baby's day of birth be filled such anticipation, souvenirs, overwhelming joy...and a 41-gun salute? I think so.
5. That said, I think the world's got 99 problems, and Royal babies seem to make us forget all of them. Because we are, after all, celebrating life.
Bring on the baby celebrations.
Cheers to the new little prince!
1 comment:
That's how I felt! My heart just broke for her, watching her stand outside that hospital, her baby barely a day old. I hope she can curl up with her new baby somewhere and hide for the next two months.
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