It's day two already? Geesh. Time is flying, and I don't like that.
Speaking of not liking things, I'm having an issue with my Christian radio station. They keep playing SC Chapman's song "I Dance with Cinderella" at the exact moment I turn on the radio, every. single. time.
People, this is the saddest song ev-er for a couple of reasons, the first being the loss that the Chapman family recently experienced. Secondly, when your Cinderella is already "growed-up," it tugs at your heart strings because you miss your little girl. Also, it tempts you to feel guilty about not dancing enough with your Cinderella.
The song has the same effect on me as World Vision commercials. Only with World Vision or Compassion or whoever, you can do something about the sadness; you can give. But when your kid is grown, that's it; you can't go back in time.
Neither of my girls was the Cinderella type, meaning they were never that into princesses or dancing with Daddy, etc. But the song makes me feel guilty somehow, like I should have made sure they had the "Cinderella experience."
I have to say that we did dance quite a bit to some quirky songs in our kitchen as they grew up, and that would include my son as well, who loved to dance to Disney's "You Ain't Never Had a Friend Like Me" from Aladdin.
Our Cinderellas and our Prince liked to get down to the Beach Boys' "Barbara Ann" and Aladdin's "A Whole New World," or "Wold," as my son pronounced it. To sum up our dancing, if the jam was funky and fast, we boogied. No glass slippers.
Here is like a 20 second video of my two oldest when they were about 6 and 3, lip synching and dancing to "A Whole New Wold." Note of explanation: they would watch their own reflections in the glass patio doors, so Jorge took the camera on the other side of the glass and taped all of the hammy emoting and wack-a-do shimmy-ing. Keep in mind that these are now grown people who will be voting in the next Presidential Election. Scary.