My friend Melissa and I are continuing our conversation about Beauty this morning. We've been talking about True Beauty through a series of letters on Fridays: What is Beauty? What will we tell our daughters about Beauty? We're so glad you're joining us. We would love to hear from you!
Hi, it's me again! In an effort to respond to both of your letters, Melissa, as I said I would, I'm back again this week, addressing these words.
I don't think Cinderella's life was all that glamorous. I mean--glass slippers?! Ouch!
Give me running shoes any day!
That's to say nothing about the dress:
I bet she just threw some coins in that fountain, and is peering at her reflection, wishing that cinched waistband felt more like yoga pants.
Extend yourself some grace, Melissa. Life isn't a fairytale. Marriage isn't a fairytale; not even close.
I think your words resonate with a lot of mamas; they sure resonated with me, and there is no baby cookin' in this oven!
Our princes walk in the door, and all we want is a break. We see them as our knights in shining armor, rescuing us from the constantness of motherhood--and we want that rescue to begin immediately!
Our princes want to rescue their lady, they really do, but they want to kiss their bride and all of that gushy stuff.
Read the rest at Melissa's.