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Apr. 16th, 2013 03:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
letteropenerThe time I spent with Twilight... I want to describe it as, for a brief time, having a daughter. Somepony whose presence I delighted in, whose growth and development I watched with pride, whose missteps saddened or terrified me. Somepony I loved dearly, as I would love a daughter of my own. But I know that isn't true. I spent only a brief while with her, and though I don't doubt she loves me as I love her, I know that she never put away her knowledge of who and what I am. She has a mother, and a family. I remain a Princess.
I never told her, and I never will tell her, how sad I was she went to Ponyville. If she knew, she would feel an entirely unwarranted guilt. Her choice was the best thing that could have happened to her. But the letters I asked her to write... well, let's just say they were not for her benefit alone.
I will never have a daughter, or a son, of my own. On the one hoof, finding somepony to raise a family with would be truly impossible, for I am a Princess, not a mare; a legend, not a partner. Nopony could ever look past what I am to see who I am. By the same token, I could never adopt, for what poor foal deserves the cruelty of being held up to the standards of a Princess's child? To never make mistakes, to always conduct themselves in a manner that everypony would hold them up to. Not free to play or live or make mistakes like a normal pony, and burdened with the knowledge of what their adoptive mother is, always. To place such a burden on a child would be cruel.
No, I will never be a parent. But I am eternally grateful that, for a few brief years, I had a taste of that joy.
I never told her, and I never will tell her, how sad I was she went to Ponyville. If she knew, she would feel an entirely unwarranted guilt. Her choice was the best thing that could have happened to her. But the letters I asked her to write... well, let's just say they were not for her benefit alone.
I will never have a daughter, or a son, of my own. On the one hoof, finding somepony to raise a family with would be truly impossible, for I am a Princess, not a mare; a legend, not a partner. Nopony could ever look past what I am to see who I am. By the same token, I could never adopt, for what poor foal deserves the cruelty of being held up to the standards of a Princess's child? To never make mistakes, to always conduct themselves in a manner that everypony would hold them up to. Not free to play or live or make mistakes like a normal pony, and burdened with the knowledge of what their adoptive mother is, always. To place such a burden on a child would be cruel.
No, I will never be a parent. But I am eternally grateful that, for a few brief years, I had a taste of that joy.
