Sorry, I’ve been lax about my blog as I struggle to get my rhythm. The last few days I’ve also been indulging in a self-pity party that things didn’t take off when I landed as fast as I hoped.
Friday night I went to the children’s movie, Bridge to Tarabithia. Oh. My. God. NOT a children’s movie. At least not in the imaginations and magical way I was expecting. I was sobbing through the last 30 minutes of the movie and all the children around me were absolutely SILENT. I cried most of the way home to St. Mary’s whereupon I had to explain to the people in the living room, “My face is red and my eyes are swollen because… I went to see a kid’s movie.”
It’s still a good movie – just don’t go with the expectation of being carried to a magical land with grand adventures, and take Kleenex.
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I remember being in 4th grade and my teacher reading Bridge to Tarabithia to us. During those weeks when she was reading us the book each day, a weekend came where my friend Teddy was playing with his brother and accidently shot him. I remember my teacher getting to the end part of the book and having to leave the classroom crying. The story seemed to envelope the tragedy and remained for all of us I am guessing a marker of rememberence. It’s a very good book though and I have read it several times. I look forward to seeing the film but will be leaving the munchkin at home. It’s good to cry hun and you are beautiful even with a red nose and eyes. Much love and hugs.
Wow! Thanks for sharing that Jessie. That’s such a powerful and sad story. Thank you also for understanding. If you like the book you’ll like the movie, the kids they cast were brilliant. Just take a lot of tissue!
Thanks for the love and hugs, Beautiful
XOXO