I decided I needed a new blog to go with my new stage of life. For those of you who don’t know, Chris and I have decided that I should stay home for the next year or so to take care of our new baby girl. I’m ecstatic about the opportunity, and intend to fully embrace my role as a stay-at-home wife and mommy. For those of you who read my previous blog, you know that I am all about lists and organization. That is not going to change. In fact, I have a feeling that being a momma will require me to make even more lists (since that will be the only way I can remember anything) and be even more organized (to juggle all the paraphernalia that goes along with having a bouncing bundle of joy to tote wherever I go). However, I decided I didn’t want to be tied to a particular format, so I will be writing a mix of numbered lists, bullet points, pictures and captions, and probably some essays (aka rants and ramblings). I named my new blog Salty Cinderella. Why Cinderella? So glad you asked…
The character of Cinderella and I go all the way back to high school, when two of my best friends and I gave each other Disney princess nicknames (for that whole story, see here). Cinderella had always been my favorite princess. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was that charming attic bedroom, or her little animal friends that helped her dress and do her chores. Maybe because I liked her castle the best. Or that her ball gown was that gorgeous silvery-blue color. I didn’t necessarily identify with the conflict of her story…after all, I don’t have a step-mom, and while my real mom did require me to do quantities of chores around the house, she never made any truly outrageous requests. In fact, my childhood was rather like a fairytale, with all the bad stuff taken out. I have amazing parents who love each other and my brother and I fiercely, who always made sure life was an adventure. Still, like most little girls, I found the thought of Prince Charming taking one look at me and falling in love so hard that he would search the kingdom for me pretty, well, captivating.
I never really gave much thought to what happened after the wedding, when they went riding off in the royal carriage (did they loop back around and sneak up to their private suite in the castle, or were they heading for a charming honeymoon cottage in the woods, borrowed from Briar Rose?). It wasn’t until after I met and married my own Prince Charming that I thought about what Happily Ever After really means. Did Cinderella and her prince really live every day for the rest of their lives in utter and total bliss? Did the Prince travel often on kingdom business, or did he hang around the castle all the time? Was he willing to pitch in to fix it when the royal plumbing backed up, or did he just call the palace plumber? Did Cinderella continue her collection of small animals, and what did the castle cleaning staff think of the additional residents? Was the kingdom always at peace, or were there various rebellions to put down and ambitious noblemen to deal with? What about when the two of them started having a few princes and princesses of their own?
I hope that I will be the kind of wife and mother that I think Cinderella would have been. A dreamer who works to make her dreams come true. An optimist who tries to find the good, silly, or ridiculous in the midst of disappointing circumstances. A woman who is compassionate, graceful, and encouraging, and who’s not afraid to get her hands dirty. A princess who lives up to her title in the best way possible (after all, my Heavenly Father is a King). I plan to sing to my baby, tell her stories and dance with her, listen to her hopes and wishes. I will teach her to be nice to everyone, though perhaps not be quite the doormat Cindy was (hey, every character has her flaw, right?).
Speaking of flaws…as much as I’d like to be, I’m not exactly a picture perfect princess, with a song always on my lips and cheerful disposition that never wavers. That’s why I decided to temper the image of a sugary sweet Cinderella with some salt. (I thought about naming it Sarcastic Cinderella, but decided that had too negative of a connotation :)). Salt adds flavor and balance to every recipe. It makes me think of the ocean (one of my favorite places to be is on the beach, though sadly we live ten hours from the closest one). As a follow of Jesus Christ salt is also what I am called to be, to let Christ season the world through me. I like the image of a salty Cinderella, a mix of fairytale princess, pragmatic realist with a sense of humor, and godly woman. I think my posts will reflect this point of view. My next one is about our first attempt at putting Charlotte to bed in her crib. I’ve titled it Epic Fail. Stay tuned! 🙂