Two little princesses
Wednesday, November 26th, 2008By Barbara Soderlin
Even though I have wonderful parents and wanted for very little as a child, I always had a secret fantasy that something would happen to my parents and I would end up living in a giant mansion with some unknown rich uncle, a la Daddy Warbucks or the English castle in The Secret Garden.
So I have to admit that if I were 10 years old now I would be SO JEALOUS of the Obama girls. They already had a great life, sure, living in a cool city in a nice house and going to a fancy private school. But then, while they’re still at an age when Dad is a hero, their daddy gets elected PRESIDENT and soon they get whisked off to Washington to live in a giant mansion with a rose garden and a swimming pool and even a brand new puppy.
I think some grown-ups must be watching them with the same vicarious awe that I am. This story talks about all the fuss over where the girls will go to school (it’s clear public school was never really an option). The family has chosen Sidwell Friends, the same expensive private school Chelsea Clinton and the less-successful Al Gore III attended (remember his mug shot?)
I can only imagine the social frenzy that will surround Sasha and Malia in their new schools — whose locker will be next to their lockers? Who will they sit by at lunch? Who will they invite to their birthday parties and sleepovers?
Maybe it’s better that nothing like this ever happened to me. School is hard enough as a regular kid — let along a mini celebrity.
