To worry or not to worry?
My daughter, at the mature age of three, is obsessed with romantic movies.
You know, the kind no real man will admit to watching. The sappy, throw your cares to wind, walk off into the sunset, tear-jerking love stories.
She loves them...can't get enough. She drinks them in and I catch her smiling adoringly at the screen.
Every night, Elle pleads with me,
"Mommy, please put on the one with the lady whose husband dies and she cries. Please." (PS. I love You)
"I wanna watch 27 dresses with your boyfriend in it." (I tell her that James Marsden is my boyfriend and I'm going to marry him)
"Please, Mom, I have to watch Notebook now. It's my favorite."
Elle would choose to watch these over any cartoon on tv: over Dora, over Diego, and over the oh, so cute Barnyard.
Because she is a female. She is cursed at birth. Even at the age of three, she is entranced by a handsome, polite man that says all the right things and sweeps a beautiful, sweet young lady off of her feet. But, hey, aren't we all?
Yes, because we are all CURSED.
Why do I worry?
My little girl is...innocent...hopeful...trusting. She might believe that all of these love stories are the way love happens, the way it will happen for her.
I guess all I can do is hope that she is one of the lucky ones, because I don't ever want to have to see that precious heart of hers get broken.
So, here is my prayer for my little girl...
Please protect my baby's heart. Please allow her to have trust and the ability to truly love, the strength to survive the heartache that will surely come, and the desire to keep trying and searching for that one lasting love.