Today Hilary and I were emailing about how incredibly excited we, much like the rest of the free world, are for the Royal Baby to arrive. In case you live under a rock it’s a baby boy.
This got us thinking how funny it is to so eagerly anticipate the birth of a child to people we have absolutely nothing to do with. But I think that Kate and Will have just become such a perfect couple in the eye of the public that they have an incredibly massive, positive following. Will is handsome, but not too handsome, smiley and stoic. Kate is demure, gracious, proper, and pretty. Whereas Pippa takes constant flak for being in the public eye, the people can’t get enough of Kate’s quiet grace.
And then I thought how absolutely terrifying this must be for her. To constantly be putting on a pleasant smile as your car gets mobbed by paparazzi, to forever be surrounded by adoring citizens, and to give birth in a hospital where photographers have camped out for weeks and a crowd grows just outside the door of your private wing. Lord, I don’t know how she does it.
I’m quite glad that Kate had her baby, and then waited about five hours to recover with her child and her family for an afternoon, in a tiny slice of calm, before the pandemonium kicks up again. (But that doesn’t mean I’m not dying to hear what they named him).
~ Julia Maurice Sabre-Ocean