In case you’ve been living under a rock, the newest member of the royal family has been named. Baby girl’s name was a frontrunner for a while, but–thank goodness–was not ultimately chosen. Part of the reason I like her name–a name Hubby chose–is because it is relatively rare (although, somewhat surprisingly, I have met two other babies with that name here in Montreal). If the littlest princess had been given that name, that would change. Not only would the name become incredibly popular, but it would forever be associated with royalty.
I have mixed feelings about this. Hubby does occasionally call baby girl “princess,” and…I kind of hate it. Obviously, we think she’s pretty great, but I don’t want her to grow up with a sense of entitlement. I don’t want her to be spoiled or selfish or demanding. And don’t even get me started on Disney princesses.
But I don’t know that real-life princesses are like that at all. Princess Diana was poised and kind and charitable, as far as I remember, but I’ve never been much of a royal-watcher. Anyway, I guess it’s moot, for now.
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