Has anyone else been annoyed by last week’s publicity tirade around the birth of Prince George Alexander Louis of Cambridge?

I wonder if the joyous furor would have been so shrill if the new addition to the royal family were a girl? Or a baby born out of wedlock? Or an adopted son with a different skin color? Or a child with a disability?

It’s fascinating to see how in the twenty first century we still both celebrate and tend so narrowly to define royalty (at least at a more subliminal level).

In spite of all its tiresome hype, the gushing news of a future king now residing in Kensington Palace is a teaching moment for what it says about the way things should be upon the birth of a new human being. Because even an unwanted child, or one born in the most humble or trying of circumstances, has the capacity to become royalty. It may take years or all eternity to discover that latent royalty within that turns sons and daughters of Eve into kings and queens; but that capacity for nobility is still there, in each of us.