Be a Queen

My six year daughter told me that she was my princess and after agreeing with her she told me that she was going to be a princess forever. No, my girl.

I want my daughter to grow up to be a Queen. Queens are in charge of their own lives, they do not need to be taken care of like Princesses do. They command attention because of their confidence and intelligence not because they are childishly demanding it. They are women not girls. They are the Cleopatra’s and Elizabeth I’s of the modern world.


Why Cleopatra?

Where did you want to be by the time you hit 30? I wanted to have my MBA. I wanted to speak at least one other language other than English. I wanted to be well traveled. I wanted to have a great financial foundation. I wanted to own my dream home and have a family.

Where was I when I did reach my 30’s? I don’t have an A.A.B but a certification in nursing. I haven’t left the country since that one time when I was 17 and went to Germany with my family. I still only know English. I didn’t have anything set aside for retirement or a strong savings account. I have a fixer upper home which is taking forever to fix up. I am married and am a mother to three small children, so I did have a family.

What happened? I got married while still in school. Instead of going into Business I was guilted into Nursing by a mother who (with the best of intentions) thought it was a better paying, more stable option. I had every intention of going back to school while working as a nurse but became pregnant after landing my first nursing job. I told myself maybe next year for the next six years and two more babies.

On my 30th birthday I couldn’t help but think about what I thought my life would have been like by then. My children and husband are the most important people in the world to me and I love them with all my heart but I spent my marriage only being wife and mother with no room for myself. I used to take better care of myself but I’m lucky if I get a warm meal after I make sure everyone else is taken care. Most of the time I am too busy to get a haircut or too tired to do something I’ve been wanting to do. I bought a pretty blue nail polish with every intention of doing my nails one night within the week, I finally did it a month and a half later.

Would I trade my life? No but there is always room for improvement. I don’t want to be 50 and wondering why I kept putting things off. I can dust off those old ambitions and go after them now. It will be hard but I know I can do it.

So, why Cleopatra? All women need a role model and she is mine. That temptress? Please! Don’t buy into the myth. Cleopatra was a great Queen. She brought her county prosperity and was the last great Ruler before Rome took Egypt. She was charming, well educated and could speak several languages (she was the only Ptolomy to learn the Egyptian language because she wanted her subjects to see her as Egyptian). She may not have been the great beauty that myth made her out to be but she was seen as charming even by her enemies. What about the tramp thing? Well we have proof of the relationships she had with Caesar and Marc Antony but there is nothing that suggests that she had relations with anyone else so the general consensus is that the tramp thing was enemy propaganda. She was mother, wife, charming, educated, her own woman. That is why.

The Cleopatra Project is about becoming who I want to be.

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