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I wonder what Norma Jean Mortenson’s fairy tale was?

Could it be similar to mine?

Magic and Tragedy

Real life Fairy Tales

The charming Princess Di

The magic of love.

Do you have a favorite fairy tale? Beauty and the Beast, with The Little Mermaid as a close second are my favorites. As a child I recall climbing in my mothers lap and asking her to read them to me (they were books before movies). Being held captive by an angry scary beast, who later Belle falls madly in love with. After her love is apparent he turns back into a prince…..A prince and making her a princess. The Little Mermaid is the story of another princess, different than The Beauty and the Beast, but a magical love story between royalty none the less. My obsession with being a princess started as a child, like most little girls. I played dress up and danced in my beautiful gown, and crown with my imaginary prince. I decorated my castle (basement) with flowers (weeds) and fought my evil arch nemesis (my younger sister). I’m not sure exactly what age I was when the dress up and pretend play stopped. It was about the time when I discovered boys were more than just tree climbing friends, and the thought of Sebastian Bach made something change in my girly parts. The desire I had to become a princess never left, but the expression of my wants did. I became interested in England’s Royal Family, Grace Kelly, Royalty from history and What some call America’s royal family the Kennedy’s. I read books about them while listening to Skid Row in my bedroom. I watched Prince Charles and the new Princess Di on television, and read about them in my Nana’s magazines (the enquirer). Any history of royalty had my nose glued to a book. I ignored stories such as Anne of Boleyn because, well, she was beheaded and King Henry turned into a disgusting dirty pig. The Kennedy’s were beautiful, sad, and corrupt. Of course by the time I was born their reign in America was over. John and Bobby were dead, Teddy was a known alcoholic and senator. Jackie was still beautiful, dashing, an elegant. I wanted to be just like her. Her son John Jr. a little preppy for my taste at the time, though I couldn’t deny that he was a handsome man. Even though I was smitten for the hair band guys and secretly the New Kids on the Block. (Could not let that fact be known by my middle school friends, major cool points would have been lost.) I had a plan to become my version of a princess. John Jr. was in college at this time, I was in middle school, he’d probably be married by the time I was an adult. At the ripe age of 12, I had no problem with stealing someones husband. I knew I’d be beautiful, but I knew also I’d need more than that to win his heart. So my plan was to go into the military, go to college become a lawyer and then go into politics, like become a governor or The first woman President. That would totally get his attention. We’d meet, our eyes would lock, instantly fall in love and he’d sweep me off my feet. We would live in his castle in the Hamptons. All the woman would be jealous of me and all the men would want me. This plan was set, documented in my diary and shared only with my mother. To me she was supportive, and understanding. Privately she must have laughed her ass off. I practiced signing my name first Katie Kennedy. Then decided my formal name was more appropriate for the last name of Kennedy, Kathleen Erin Kennedy over and over in my diary. Years went by, I matured developed other crushes, and had “real” boyfriends but my plan was still in the back of my mind. I joined the United States Air Force in the fall of 1996, around the same time John Jr. married Carolyn Bessette. My plan a little less relevant in my mind. The coincidence was ironic and did not go unnoticed with a fleeting pass through my mind. My life went on, as did his. My plan to become a lawyer/politician disappeared. My new career dreams of medicine and helping people was much more great. I fell into love quickly, and eloped in 1998. In May of 1999 I gave birth to a beautiful healthy little girl. In July of 1999 still on maternity leave, I sat on my couch feeding my lovely angel, watching the news….John Jr.’s plane had disappeared and they can’t locate it… What? I was shocked, and scared, for you see although I didn’t know this man, my dreams and fantasy of him had helped to make some of my decisions in life. Maybe I was a little crazy but the feelings were there regardless. I stayed glued to the television waiting for updates, he had to be alive, so young, so handsome, so vibrant. At last the report came that all passengers of his plane were deceased. I cried. I cried for a man, a woman, his family, her family and my childhood dream. That evening my Mother called me to see if I’d heard the news. She could hear the sadness in my voice as we talked. We talked about the Kennedys, Jackie and Caroline’s strength, the curse that may or may not surround that family. Just as we were getting ready to say our goodbyes, I’ll never forget what she said:

“Katie, you know, no matter what you’ll always be my princess”

Today, I’m still aspiring to be a princess, I’m positive it will never happen in the sense of fairy tales or marrying a prince, but in the grace and dignity I try to hold myself to. Oh I break the rules and sometimes I’m more diva than princess. My life has been anything but royal like, more like lifetime movie of the week. Occasionally that little girl in me comes out and dreams of castles, crowns, beauty, elegance, and magic. When I find myself in that place, I smile, and think of my three little girls. My princesses.