When I was little, I went to a babysitter 3 days out of the week. My babysitter became a close family friend, and she had a little girl of her own. Her little girl was 3 years younger than me, and normally, we would play together very nicely. However, one of the memories we both share is of our playing "Cinderella" by acting it out while watching the Rodgers & Hammerstein's version of the tale (I still remember some of those songs!). There was a host of characters available to play, but we of course BOTH wanted to be the lead, the beautiful and desired Cinderella. Even though she was younger, somehow she always won the role, and I was granted the MULTIPLE roles of the two ugly step-sisters and occasionally the wicked step-mother, too.
We laugh about it now, but those memories resurfaced recently when I read this article. I hated playing the less desireable parts, I didn't want to even pretend to be detestable. But instead of turning the movie off, instead of just "not watching," I was hopeful that maybe this time I would get to be Cinderella... maybe this time I would be desired. I didn't care about the girls I played with, or the characters on the movie - I only cared about what the Prince thought, what He saw in me.
I hope that's true of me now. I don't care if Leah had weak eyes and was the uglier of the sisters on this earth... her eternal beauty was captivating.
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