I had promised the boys many months ago that we would go see Toy Story 3 on opening day. So, we hit the matinee and grabbed the best seats in the house. I thought I was totally ready: potty break: check
water fountain break: check
Airheads candy hidden in purse: check
cell phone off: check
Sam's blanket: check
Kleenex: missing!
No kidding. I needed some Kleenex for that movie and in a bad way. I am all for my boys growing up and leaving the house one day. Isn't that the end goal, to prepare them for
life on their own?! And yet, when "Andy" left for college, it hit me. My boys are
indeed going to
leave one day.
All the toys that are near and dear to them now won't mean much to them in just a few years. All the laughter surrounding light saber fights, stuffed animal sporting events, Jurassic park dinosaur adventures, and of course, Buzz Lightyear to the rescue, will one day be reduced to mere memories. And for some reason, the thought of that has opened up a well of tears that has still not run dry.
Some days, I just want to capture childhood, place it in a bottle, and keep it there forever.
Yes, indeed, Kleenex would have been a nice addition to that movie. It might have even kept the 4 year old from leaning over and asking quite loudly, "Are you
CRYING???" It probably didn't help matters that the seven year old wouldn't even hold my hand as we entered the theater. "I am too old for that, Mom." My response: "Well, your Dad is 38 years old and
he isn't too old to hold my hand."
I need about 100 more kids. I am sure that will solve everything. I should get right on that.