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Sunday, June 20, 2010


* Spoiler Alert (sort of)*

I took the boys to see Toy Story 3 yesterday. You don't expect the sequels to be as good as the originals, but Pixar hit it out of the ballpark on this one. I really enjoyed the film and laughed all the way through until an unexpected scene brought me up short. At the end of the movie, Andy's mom walks into his bedroom and all of his toys are gone. Without warning my tear ducts exploded and I began bawling like a baby.

I could feel like a sap for something like this, but what's the point? Toys are amazing. They're artifacts of our children's lives. They're a physical manifestation of brilliant unspoiled imaginations. They're a testament to the wonder that is in us before we learn to hide it away.

One of the things I love about being a mom is that I get to play with toys. Which makes me wonder why grown ups stop doing this in the first place.

I can't help but think that if I could just crawl out of my suit of armor and be the way I am with my kids in the "real" world, how different things would be.

Instead of wearing make up to work, I'd wear the shorts I slept in and an old Halloween costume. When someone offended me, I wouldn't take the higher ground and then talk about them behind their back. I'd say something like, "YOU move over, booger face!" And then that person would insult me, "No YOU move over diarrhea breath." And then I'd laugh and we'd be friends. Instead of worrying about my weight I would eat the foods I really like.

My son, Christopher, must have heard me crying. He wrapped his arm around me and said, "Mom, the good thing about toys is . . ." then he started crying too.

When we pulled ourselves together, he said, "Mom, the good thing about toys is they live forever."


Charlotte said...

Loved your post. Being a mom of five grown boys, I must admit that I miss the Hotwheel races in the living room, and the millions of Lego pieces scattered throughout the house...the toys of little boys. I love what your son said about toys living forever...isn't it great that memories do too?

Joanne@ Blessed... said...

FINALLY. Another who bawled during this movie. I am going to show my husband your post as proof I am not the only one. My daughter is leaving for college in a few weeks and my son left for Australia right after we saw this together. All the more reason for my niagara falls experience.

"Toys are amazing. They're artifacts of our children's lives. They're a physical manifestation of brilliant unspoiled imaginations."

...and this type of writing is why I feel like a literary bafoon.

I think I need to go and play with my Fisher Price airport now.