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Cinderella, Fairy tales, glass slipper, little girl, Love, Men, Nami, romance, Women
(Click to Listen-I Believe in Fairy Tales)
When I was a little girl I would play dress up. I would play in my mother’s most fancy dresses and high-heeled shoes, coupled with mixed-matched plastic and jeweled jewelry pieces, clutch hand-bags, freshly laundered bath towels for a wig and her prized (I mean prized) black mink coat. I was going out, I was hitting the town, and I was going to find my Mr Right! Actually, I was a bona-fide closet raider-so much so that my mother threatened me on numerous occasions with “not sparing the rod” and to stay out of her closet. My mother insisted that I acted this way not because I was deeply enthralled and obsessed with her fashion sense, but because I was attempting to grow up too quickly. She would say, “Baby, stay a baby as long as you can, because once you get grown you have a lot of bills to pay.” Now although my mother was slightly correct in stating that I may have been attempting to rush the clock by a few years, she was wrong in saying that I was rushing to pay bills. I was rushing to be transformed into a beautiful, well dolled woman and to meet my Prince…ala Cinderella.
I have always been fascinated with the storyline that Cinderella’s writers offered its readers. Not the white, psychologically abused, peasant girl who befriends forest animals and sings “bibbidi-bobbidi-boo” as she rides a pumpkin to the King’s Ball. No. Not at all. I’m not even speaking of the element that most Christian’s claim as to say that “the Wicked will not Prosper”-meaning Cinderella’s evil stepmother and sisters seeking the Prince’s hand, although I believe this is true. I am speaking of the little girl’s dream. As a little girl we read Cinderella and most fairy-tales like it and they spoke to us in a way that lead us to believe that one day we will meet the man of our dreams and we would live happily ever after. I still hold that dream dear and I believe that is where I fall short. I believe in what most would consider a fairy-tale…I believe in Love.
I cling to the notion that one day I will be whisked away from the craziness of this world because when you are truly in love your problems don’t go away, but they are masked because WE are the only two people in this world. I believe that my best friend will be the father of my children and he will slay our dragons. I believe that I will be the last girl to have to try on his glass slipper and the next item I slip into would be the biggest diamond fit for cutting glass. I believe that love songs are the backdrops to love stories and are true life testimonies. I believe that miles are to be walked amongst two people and inches are to be taken in compromise. I believe I am responsible for a life when I’m in love and if I crush a heart I kill a soul. I believe that one day my love will knock at my door and tell me in a language I can understand that he was made for me and that the stemmed thorns that have pricked his life for years have blossomed into rose flowers at the sight of my smile. I believe that my fairy god mother has wings-she is my mother guiding me to be a better person daily which will make me the best I can be for someone else. Although my mother hasn’t graced me with her presence for years, my intentions are humbled and I move in grace because of her. Lastly, I believe that although relationships are work they are never complicated and love is easy. So if I believe in fairy-tales and I come up short each time, I am okay with that because I am settling for nothing less than love. I am settling for nothing short of Cinderella.