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In the movie Lost in Translation there is a scene in which Bill Murray's character explains that, upon having your first child, "your life as you know it is gone...never to return." The movie has been one of my favorites for years. I just wish that I had known he meant my life.

In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.

To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....

Friday, April 29, 2011

A Royal Escape

I have found the hoopla surrounding today's royal wedding to be absolutely hilarious.  I am particularly entertained because I, too, have been (I am totally ashamed to say) somewhat caught up in it.  This is largely the fault of Disney TV.  My kid likes to dance to the songs on some of the morning shows, so we usually have Disney on for background noise.  This week, however, has been the "Royal Special Week" (or some similar title-you get the point).  They have been playing some of the favorite Disney movies in which an everyday person falls in love with someone who happens to be royalty (and vice-versa) and naturally lives happily ever after.  As a result, I have been reconnected with my inner hopeless romantic, much against my will.

And speaking of Wills...this has naturally led to an interest in the wedding that took place today.  No, I don't have the "Katherine and William Authorized China."  But admittedly, I did consider the replica sapphire engagement ring.  But I'm cutting myself some slack on this one.  Why not?  Why not get wrapped up in what is a beautiful occasion (weddings, regardless of your opinion on marriage, are beautiful) that is made even more beautiful by massive quantities of money and centuries of tradition?  Why not pretend that this girl is "common," though her parents have more money than the Queen and the Pope combined?  Why not fall in love with the carriages and gowns and glitz and (who knows, it could be true) love?  It's a glimmer of happiness (or at least a great production of it) in times when a lot of people are struggling.  And that, my friends, is awesome.  Too many dreams are on hold right now.  Why not indulge in crazy fantasies of fairy tales for a morning?

Yes, it is possible that I am justifying a horrible obsession with silly notions.  But I say go for it.  If it gives you a bit of "happy ever after"--hell, even if you just do so in order to mock the thing--I say let yourself watch one of the hundreds of re-showings of the royal wedding this weekend.  And when you do, go ahead and fantasize that some foreign prince or princess will whisk you away and you will never again have a single care in the world.  Because if Britney Spears can be considered "talented," it's possible that you can become royalty.  Well, after your divorce and a lot of plastic surgery, of course.  But it's possible.  So enjoy the fantasy as much as I enjoy wandering around my house in a tin foil tiara that a good friend so kindly made for me years ago when I complained that I had never owned one.  Indulge.  And it is my hope that you live happily ever after.
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