Queen Frances

In Frances's mind, she is mighty. She is strong and she is fast. She is brave and she is clever. She knows important things. She is a good mommy to her toys, who love her. She is as beautiful as a fairy princess. She is enchanting and special. She can hide so well no one could ever find her. She is capable, practically a grown-up.

She expects to be loved. She assumes the people around her will see all of her special qualities and love her for them. She will speak to you as if you are equals, with gravity and poise. When she dresses in her blue kitty kat robe, she is a kitty kat; she will be put out if you act as if you can see her human form beneath it.

She has work to do, on her computer and in her notebooks. She has projects to finish.

In her mind, she is ten feet tall. She was little last summer, ages ago. If Frances were to meet you, she would sit solemnly beside you and discourse on subjects of great importance. She expects this solemnity to be reciprocated.

If you were only able to see the tiny doll-like blonde girl with the tremendous blue eyes, the hands just big enough to wrap around your finger, the round cheeks and soft chin; if you did not see the wise, knowledgeable, strong, capable person she is; if you treated her like a baby or even like a little girl; she would not like it. And she would not like you.

Posted by Andrea at September 16, 2008 9:02 AM under Being Small

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