With every reading of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, I have transitioned from a sweet little pleasure to a scratching of nails on a chalkboard. I never thought I would admit such a detestable feeling for a fairy tale. They have always stolen a piece of my heart. Then came Goldi’s obsession with the story.
I’ve read it. She’s read it. She’s watched the play. She’s performed it. All of the above on endless rewind. It’s her story.
The Goldilocks in all the stories show the look, but Dom Deluise’s girl is the real mackoy. Her long hair is golden, curly, and thick. “It really got your attention.”
It caught our attention that our Goldi, wasn’t born olive skinned, brown eyed, and with curly black tresses. All the features of her mother’s dominant genes. When I introduced her to any audience for the first time, the reaction was “Oh!”
As in “Oh, I didn’t expect blue eyes. Oh, I didn’t expect fair skin and “Oh! Is that blond hair I see? ”
Must I show paperwork proving her biological connection? There was no hospital mix up. And the nickname Goldi didn’t just come to mind because of looks.
It came because combing her hair was too “ouchy” and involves pinning her to the ground. The minute “too scratchy” polka dot bow touches her hair with “girly”it is yanked out succinct with a photo click. I have to cut off every clothes tag, thus “winging it” when washing. “Goldi” because foods were too stinky or too sticky. Noise was too loud. Her appearance was just a hint of who she was and what would make daily things a challenge…………….
Like …….getting ready for school.
I act as maid in waiting for our Goldi and consider her line up of cute dresses and tops. I lay out a perfectly matched ensemble that would make Fancy Nancy pleased.
Goldi bounces into her morning with wrinkled pajamas that have warmed her all night. She eyeballs the required costume for the transformation of Rag Doll to Princess. I wait for her to show herself presentable.
“Tada!” she appears with a beaming face.
Crowned with bedhead, her turtleneck seam aligns with her chin. Her two toned pink socks are smashed up against her green striped pant ends. The turtleneck is hot pink with purple dots, and her pants are green striped. Not at all the cute little Goldilocks walking through the forest in her puffed sleeved dress. More like Pippi Longstocking.
I eyeball her accomplishment and flashback many years ago…..
“Tada!” I said with excitement. I was wearing my brand new bathing suit for the first time at the beach. I felt like a bathing beauty ready to run over the pillowy sand into the sparkling waves. …… My suit was on backwards. My brothers’ HA HAS rang out my immaturity. . My five year old brain puzzled over their laughter and was saddened.
I hear those HA HAs in the far off distance. I won’t have it. Not for my Goldi. I nudge toward her with “fix it” determination and a comb. She is going to avoid social fashion faux pas if it kills me.
I touch one strand of hair and she pulls away. I surrender and resort to just fluffing with damp fingers through her hair.
Tada! Here she is-She’s not the Princess of Monaco. She’s our Goldi. Blond locks, blue eyes, fair skinned, and backwards, mismatched clothes.
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful little girl with the most gorgeous blond hair you ever saw…People were always complimenting her on how wonderful she looked because it really got your attention.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Goldi. Her hair was wind combed and her clothes were mismatched. People were always whispering about her quirky look because it really got your attention.
One day Goldilocks went walking through the woods looking so cute.
One sunny spring day, Goldi went to school wearing backwards mismatched clothes, a pink winter hat, sunglasses, and holding a Hello Kitty Umbrella.
She came upon a little cottage and knocked on the door.
“Hello? Is anyone home? “Goldilocks cried out.
Even though there was no answer, she let herself right in. Being very hungry she saw three bowls of porridge. She helped herself to the first bowl. Too hot. She tried Momma Bear’s bowl. Too cold. Then you guessed it- “Yum Yum” , she said smilingly “this soup is just right.”
Goldi walked in parade mode right into school and down the hallway to her locker.
“Good morning!” she announces to some kids.
“Why are you wearing that winter hat? asks one classmate.
“It’s too windy,” answers Goldi.
“Why do you have an umbrella with no rain?” asks another.
“Too bright.” shares Goldi.
She stuffs everything in her locker and bangs the door shut.
Goldi nestles in her seat like a frog on a lily pad.
“Just right.” she whispers.
There are a few stares. Goldi is unaware.
“Good morning Class!” her teacher greets. “Let’s stand and say the pledge.”
Goldi doesn’t stand, she jumps. She doesn’t gently lay her hand over her heart, she grips her shirt tightly and holds it steadfast as if her heart were really in there. She does her best to verbalize the fancy words and their wonder, sways back and forth to the same rhythm of the flag that dangles in front of the school.
Miraculously, sometimes Goldi does look the part. Like one Sunday morning when I suggested shiny black shoes.
“Tada!” she comes up twirling and dancing just like Shirley Temple . Whew! This time, she looks more the part.
And……..yet…… always acts the part……….
“Let’s sit in the middle.” I say as we walk into the sanctuary.
“Too crowded.”Goldi insists.
We sit in the back row. No stares or raised eyebrows there.
We stand and sing and Goldi jumps with an excitement that cannot be contained. She folds her hands and scrunches up her entire body with head in her knees to pray. She flaps her hands when a baby gets baptized. Sermon time comes, and she listens in anticipation for one word to grab on tightly while I write a dissertation.
“Samaritan.” Goldi whispers. “The Good Samaritan is my favorite story about God.”
“Someone has been eating my porridge! Someone has been sitting in my chair.
Someone has been sleeping in my bed. Well, at that moment Goldilocks woke up and was so surprised to see the three bears looking down at her that she let out a noise that startled everyone. There was a lot of screaming and yelling.
Someone has been talking too loudly. Someone has been jumping up and down. Someone has been galloping in the school hallways. Someone has been showing up dressed in quirky. Someone has been flapping their hands. There are a lot of stares and whispers and laughs.
“Tada!” it’s our Goldi. She could surprise anyone.
Of all the stories of Goldilocks I know, Dom Delouise’s version is one I could read again and again:
Things got a little calmer, and a little clearer. Goldilocks would visit her new friends. From time to she would eat corn muffins with honey. Bears do love honey. And the three bears did love Goldilocks.
There’s still a Goldilocks in a story and my own that still steals my heart.
For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7