Benjamin’s best friend, Sydney, came over to play last night. Her mother Mia and I have been best friends since kindergarten. And now we live 100 feet away from each other. Call it fate, call it destiny – whatever it is – but seeing our children play together like we did, not so long ago… is soul moving, to say the least.
Sydney, a 4-year-old who is obsessed with fairytales and princesses, decided to make mud soup in the back yard. Benjamin was her assistant. “Stir Benjamin, stir it up,” she said in the voice of a wicked witch, “We are going to make poison soup to poison your mommy and she will never wake up… never, ever.”
Benjamin complied. He’s in love.
When the soup was finally finished Sydney gave me a drink off the tip of her stick. I played dead.
“And now,” she said, “We will cover you in the soup and you’ll be asleep forever, you’ll never live happily ever after and you’ll never find your prince.” She started painting my feet with mud.
“Why won’t I find a prince?” She was freaking me out but I was listening. [click to continue…]
Benjamin and I went to his best friend’s birthday party today.
After Sydney, who’s just four-years-old, opened her fourth princess doll, her grandmother looked at me and said, “When we were girls, we didn’t have all of this princess stuff. Look it’s every where – this idea that some man is going to come kiss you and everything will be fine! The happy ending! Yeah right. What are you girls going to do?”
What she meant was – how in the hell will we ever be able to get this out of our heads?
You’ll quickly be brushing prince charmings aside for a man who is responsible, kind, compassionate and yes, sexy. And they do exist. They’re real men. But they’re not going to come kiss us and make it all better. We realize this.
Don’t we? I hope you do. That will make it easier … I promise. One foot in front of the other my lovelies.