I still get nightmares about those singing mice.
Back then I was worried that she’d grow up to think people could treat her badly. Not the message I wanted her to absorb.
“Cinderella was a wimp,” I told her. “She should have stuck up for herself.”
Three weeks later, my girl was feeling much better. We were only watching Cinderella 10 times a day. I repeated my ‘wimp’ comment. My Daughter climbed into my lap, looked me in the eye and said “Grandma says she was just a victim of her times.”
I about died laughing. That settled the issue forever.
Fast forward 21 years. Here’s an email my Girl sent me from work on Thanksgiving evening….
I am watching Cinderalla on my iPad tonight, (only because I watched Gone With the Wind ON A LOOP last night on cable) and halfway through the movie I thought “you know, if she didn’t like living with these mean women, she could have gotten her own job and moved out.” And on Thanksgiving, 2011, I became my Mother.
Sometimes life is Just So Good!