Earlier this summer, I heard your Dad kiddingly refer to you as “HM.” (To which you responded, “DAD, I’m NOT High Maintenance!”) That’s a pretty big label for a little girl. I was thinking about that today and realized that I, too, am what some folks would refer to as “High Maintenance.” It hit me in Starbucks today when I ordered my ice tea “unsweetened and unshaken.” (The barista du jour just stared at me blankly. Apparently this is not the Starbucks way to drink tea.) I also realized it when the bagger at the grocery asked, “Are plastic bags okay?” and I handed her my collection of homemade “Past Perfect Style” cloth bags. (Apparently you’re HM if you don’t go with the flow of the general public, which is a plastic flow.) And don’t even ask your Uncle T. or cousin K. if I’m HM. Really.BUT … there are two REALLY good and important things about being HM that you need to know. First of all—ALL princesses are HM. Every one of us. Think about it. Sleeping Beauty. Belle. Even Cinderella (once she got through that whole ugly step-mother thing). She had glass slippers, didn’t she? You only get to go through life once, baby doll, so stick to your guns. Hey, we want what we want, right?
Which brings us to the second really important thing: the best princes (the guys worth having) want a girl that is HM. Oh, they’ll pretend they don’t, but trust me—they do. Because, if you are HM, they know that means that you aren’t settling for less. So they make it their job to deserve you. They want you to be happy. (And that makes two of you.) So, let people call you HM. Just remember what the opposite of HM is (… easy). We definitely don’t want to be that. The next time someone refers to you as HM … just smile and remember that those initials also stand for “Her Majesty.” Love you Chickie.
