I understand Cinderella moments like its no ones business.
I understand the battles between good and evil.
I have seen my share of villains and heroes.
I also understand the power of true love.
Ms.M had her Cinderella moment this year when she went to her first dance.
On that night she let her hair down from the constrains of her usual ponytail. She took the frames off her face to show her eyelids decorated with gold glitter which would match the yellow on her dress and the sunset in the back.
Yes, she had a Cinderella moment that evening.
One that I carefully planned for her...
Last night she wanted to wear a black dress for her graduation.
The one her grandmother sent for her from Puerto Rico guaranteeing uniqueness.
She wanted to make another statement one more subdued and appropriate for the day of a special graduate.
But we could not find the belt that went with the dress.
The belt is what made the dress.
At 10pm she gave up her search and humbly agreed to repeat her yellow dress.
At midnight it hit me.
There are a few things I understand about fairy tales.
One of those things is that we all need a fairy godmother.
Armed with a flashlight I searched until 2:45 am when the belt appeared.
Like a magical ribbon from the bottom of the toy chest.
The belt as if mocking me laying there between some Polly pockets and a Little Pony collection.
I let a loud crackle not a laugh a manic like yip at almost 3 in the morning.
Victorious I hung the black dress with all the accessories on her closet door.
Today my girl graduated with honors and I could not be prouder.
Today I am certain everyday fairy tales do happen...
Let the summer season begin peeps...
