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"All boys, but one, grow up."
I have been thinking today of this quote from J.M. Barrie's "Peter Pan." There was a time when these words were both fascinating and exhilerating to me. As a lanky ten year old engrossed in a book, they suited me. Strangely enough, this was not all that long ago.
I have done a lot of thinking lately, about my family, and about myself. We are all growing up...even little Alix, in her own way. And I can no longer pretend that I am not doing so.
I wish it, but yet I don't. I see what it all means--duty, honor, misery--and I think twice about becoming an ideal son of Monaco.
I cannot pretend that I do not wish to be the man with Valentine at his side. Yet I look at my family and wonder if this can be. I now see what adulthood means, but I do not care. I still wish to have it all.
Perhaps I am more like my brother and sister than people think.
I have been thinking today of this quote from J.M. Barrie's "Peter Pan." There was a time when these words were both fascinating and exhilerating to me. As a lanky ten year old engrossed in a book, they suited me. Strangely enough, this was not all that long ago.
I have done a lot of thinking lately, about my family, and about myself. We are all growing up...even little Alix, in her own way. And I can no longer pretend that I am not doing so.
I wish it, but yet I don't. I see what it all means--duty, honor, misery--and I think twice about becoming an ideal son of Monaco.
I cannot pretend that I do not wish to be the man with Valentine at his side. Yet I look at my family and wonder if this can be. I now see what adulthood means, but I do not care. I still wish to have it all.
Perhaps I am more like my brother and sister than people think.