Royal Thoughts... And Mulan

Any day now, the baby of a very famous British couple is due to enter the world.  When that happens, you're going to catch me rolling my eyes every time I hear anyone talking about the new addition to the royal family.

I love babies.  I really do.  Ask anyone who knows me.  They'll confirm it.  But why is it that this baby will receive more attention than say, a child born to farmers in a rural farming community?  Or one that's left orphaned after some unfathomable tragedy strikes?  I'd argue that it should be the other way around, that a child with fewer resources and fewer role models deserves the loving adoration and support of its community more than the one who will have a lifetime of top caregivers and butlers and private tutors.  Maybe more isn't the right word.  Maybe as much as is more appropriate, because every child is equal.  Well, they are in theory, at least.

I recognize and respect that the royal family does a lot of work with charitable causes and carries out the dutiful job of representing an entire country's people, but really, how are these anymore important than the contributions of any other family that brings a child into this world?  What is it about famous children and their families that compels the rest of us to admire and idolize them so?  Is it because we want our very own fairy tale lives, too?

Ending rant and starting new, lighter topic: I'm making a public announcement that there is a Mulan II.  How I didn't know about this earlier is beyond me, but in case you were in the same boat, now you know.  You better believe that I immediately dropped what I was doing to watch it.  I'm quite fond of animated films.  They remind me of things that I sometimes lose sight of.  This one reminded me that there is a special strength required of being kind to oneself.  It's difficult, yes, but not impossible.