My daughter has seen her share of royalty.
So imagine my surprise this past weekend when she spoke non-stop of her chance meeting with Laura Deza.
"Mom! Mom! I met a real princess!"
I love this season in Northeast Ohio. Nothing screams summer like a good festival. We sadly missed Parade the Circle and the Duct Tape Festival because of our family vacation. So there was no way I was going to skip out on this year's Lorain International Festival.
I make no secret that my neighborhood is a bit...ahem...vanilla. So any chance I get to expose Amara to multiculturalism at its best, I do.
I am a first generation American born into a strong Filipino family. Sure I hated my given name as a child because it was different. I longed to be a Nicole or a Molly like my classmates. My family ate many foods growing up my childhood friends would turn their nose at. Google "balut" and you'll understand.
So when Amara saw the Filipino Princess - the Festival has Princesses representing several nationalities each year - we both were thrilled. Finally, an ethnic role model for my daughter.
And you know what the Princess told my daughter? That in a few years, she too could be the Filipino Princess.
And Amara's eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning.
Me? I partied like it was my birthday when I learned I could sample food from the Filipino food booth. And there were crafts from the Philippines too.
Sure, Amara loves Cinderella, Belle, and Snow White. But some days,you need to stay closer to home to find true royalty.