The night was dark and the air was full of sorrow and gloom. The trees outside – swaying left to right – seemed to be lamenting something, perhaps a loss of someone dear? Of someone Ella would feel the absence of bitterly for the rest of her days?
Yes. It was a very dark and mysterious night indeed because Ella had just found out her mother was dead.
Imagine – a little girl whose life was the very definition of perfection; a girl who used to play carefree in the gardens like there was no tomorrow; a girl who loved listening to her mother’s stories above everything else; a girl whose existence was still dripped in innocence and a sweet naivety to the mean ways of the world – this little girl’s whole life had turned upside down in a matter of days. Such a realization doesn’t come easily to someone so young but when it comes, the pain is unbearable.
I felt such a pain when I thought about Ella wandering about the big, big halls of her house – now left cold and lonely without the heart-warming presence of her mother – trying to wrap her head around the painful fact that she will never hear her mother’s sweet voice call her name again; she will never be able to hug her, breathe in her sweet scent and relax in her embrace and fall asleep – gently tucked away from all the cruelties of the world.
All of that protection had been snatched away from Ella WAY TOO SOON and I couldn’t help but feel her repressed remorse way too bitterly. It was as if a fair share of Ella’s grief had been transferred to me – through those deceptively simple yet powerful words.
A mother’s importance is not easily understood. Sure we love her, adore her, care for her, loathe to part from her – but all of that is still not enough.
It just isn’t enough.
Ella’s parting from her mother was the turning point in her otherwise happy life. Everything was going to be very different from then on. She hadn’t even realized how she would crave for a single sweet word from her step-mother forever, and what saddens me is that it would never come. Not ever.
Can a child’s need for the love of her mother be fulfilled by another? I don’t think so.
A mother knows her child’s deepest desires, fondest dreams, shortcomings and strengths, likes, and dislikes – she knows all of that even better than she knows her own self. She is the very link that joins a child with the vast world. Break that and everything becomes devoid of colors; you become lonely on this earth full of wonderful people. Without the love of a mother, EVERYTHING stops making sense.
And to become devoid of that at such a young age? Tears got stuck in my throat as I thought about all the hardships Ella had to face – the ones we, the reader, were made privy to + the ones that we never ever knew about!
Such a sad, sad world it is without the loving shade of the woman who gifts us with life. And to still go on as Ella did – head high and hopes in her heart – shows the kind of gentle courage that the world today is in dire need of.
So accept our humble thanks, dear Ella, for helping each and every one of us realize that there is beauty in every difficulty, love in every brush of the wind that blows across the wide sky.
And most importantly, for reminding us to be thankful for our dear, dear mothers – without whom the world would, indeed, be a very gloomy place to live in.
I didn’t read Cinderella – in it’s complete form – until a few years ago. It struck me how beautifully simple all these fairy tales are – and how they manage to make you FEEL with a keenness that even the most cleverly written books can’t rival!
And this year – with all it’s complexities and horrors – demanded a revisit to this beautiful story. ❤
How about YOU, though?
When was the first time you read Cinderella?
What’s your favorite fairy tale? Any suggestions for me? 😉 ❤ *heart eyes*