I was listening to the song "Stealing Cinderella" on my way to work this morning and was envisioning it someday playing during a slideshow at my daughter's wedding. I was thinking about what pictures of her could accompany the lyrics: The one, at age 7, dressed up as Cinderella for Halloween; next, on her very first bike without training wheels; then, in the summertime at the pool... You get the idea. I was nearly in tears by the time I got to work, thinking about how I would essentially be losing my baby on her wedding day. Oh, and by the way? She's 9. How am I going to handle this when it really happens? How does any parent deal with it all?! Why do I even think about this?
Two years ago in November, I sat at my ex-husband's wedding with tears in my eyes over the song that accompanied HIS lifetime of pictures. Part of the lyrics were, "God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you." All I could sit there thinking was, OH, GOOD GOD! I am the broken road! I AM THE BROKEN ROAD! And then I felt guilty. How many years of his life had I wasted, I wondered, when he could've been with someone he was better suited to? But no, wait--I reassured myself. It was all working out. We have a beautiful son together, we both have amazing spouses, we're friends with each other now... so it's all good, right? But no, I AM THE BROKEN ROAD! Two years later, and I'm still thinking about that. How long CAN a person hold onto guilt, huh? Don't bother answering that.
Anyway--back to my original point. Do you ever worry about not hanging onto today enough? Do you worry about tomorrow so much that you end up taking away from what you have today? My mom used to always shake her head and say, "Oh, Susan--you die a million deaths."
I came to see her daddy for a sit-down, man to man
It wasn't any secret I'd be asking for her hand
I guess that's why he left me waiting in the livingroom by myself
with at least a dozen pictures of her sitting on a shelf
She was playing Cinderella
She was riding her first bike
Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight
Running through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin
Dancing with her dad, looking up at him
In her eyes I'm Prince Charming
But to him I'm just some fella
riding in and stealing Cinderella