evidence of parental failure


At last week’s parent-student meeting for the Leadership Inauguration trip, Mr. C. carefully reviewed the students’ travel itinerary. First stop he excitedly shared is visiting and running up the “Rocky steps”… blank expressions register on all the faces of the students.

“No one knows what I’m talking about?

Shrugs

Heads shaking

Silence from the students

I turn around and half-whisper to Jodie, “You’ve seen Rocky!

No, Mom.“, she hisses back.

Oh dear. I broke the sixteen year old/parent relationship rule. I spoke directly to her in front of her peers AND her teacher in a classroom setting.

Mr. C doesn’t seem to notice as he continues to explain the scene from Rocky when Rocky Balboa triumphantly runs up the steps leading to the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

It’s one of those cultural iconic moments that you just have to experience.” he explains… and the view is pretty cool too. I’m thinking the kids are more focused on the next stop after the Rocky steps, breakfast at The Hard Rock Cafe.

As for me, I feel like we have failed as parents. How did we not sit down with our kid and watch Rocky? My darling husband agrees with me when I tell him later. Yup! We failed.

Then this morning I woke up to this picture message.

Good morning Philadelphia!

I bet it was even better than the movie.

 

 

interview with a Viking Vampire


Daniel: I’m thinking that I don’t want to be Batman for Halloween this year. Is that okay?

Mom: Of course it is okay. What do you think you want to dress up as this year?

Daniel: I want to be a Vampire. Is that okay?

I should have not allowed him to watch Interview With A Vampire.

Bad Mom!

I forgot about that one scene…

What can I say? I just woke up from a four hour nap after working a twelve hour night shift and I was getting ready for another one, night shift that is.

Yup! I’m a bad mom!

For the record, he thought that it was really inappropriate for the Pairs vampires to get their victim naked before they killed her.

Yes. yes, it was very inappropriate.

But the vampires were so totally cool…even if they drank blood (gross) and were sometimes inappropriate.

Clearly he was impressed in spite of Tom Cruise’s creepy, sadistic Lestat and Brad Pitt’s whiny Louis. I like to think that he wants to be more like Armand.

A Viking Armand that is!

Actually the Viking hat belongs to his dad. Still it was fun watching him become the vampire that he would like to be for Trick or Treating. A Vampire with fangs and a cool walking stick because this vampire uses a walking stick. At least that is what he tells me.

Vikings, Vampires, Spiderman-girl and Bank Robbers…I can’t wait for Halloween this year!

considering Aurora


One would have to live under a rock, never turn to any news source or just exist in their own protective bubble not to be aware of the tragic happenings that took place early Friday morning in Aurora, Colorado. It truly was numbingly horrific. Of course being the thinking kind of creatures that we are we must strive to understand it…understand it all.

Basically why?

The first question is what drove a seemingly nice, smart-looking, accomplished young man to exact such horror in a crowded movie theater. But then so little is really known about the shooter at this time and so that question remains unanswered…for now.

Moving on we bring out the whole gun control debate along with the tired argument that “guns don’t kill people; people kill people.“…people with semi-automatic assault rifles with high capacity magazines kill people. Gun enthusiasts would argue that if we exact stricter gun control laws, the criminals can still get them…therefore why have such laws keeping law abiding citizens from purchasing weaponry guaranteed by their Second Amendment rights? You know, law abiding citizens that easily pass background checks with no red flags or questions…like the shooter. But then pundits and the media point out that gun control is really not a relevant discussion at this time. It’s too soon and it’s an election year you know. We shouldn’t be talking about the need for stricter gun control laws right now.

What else can we deliberate on? Oh how about the question of why were there families at a midnight premiere of the Dark Knight Rises? What kind of parent brings children?…an infant? And media types, people who have no children, and the better-than-the-average-parents do just that. Surely some blame can be placed here because what kind of parent would be there with their children? What were they thinking? Yet in spite of their perceived poor judgment, they are the innocent victims here. No person, no family when going to a movie expects someone to show up in the darkened theater, dressed in full body armor and a gas mask and armed with tear gas, handguns, a shot gun and an assault rifle and begin shooting at everyone there. But The Dark Knight Rises is not an appropriate movie to bring a child or an infant, some argue back. One even pointedly asked me if I would bring a small infant to a premiere like that?

The answer is yes…yes I have.

Judge away. I really don’t care. My fourth child, Jodie, was born after a long, complicated pregnancy that kept me confined to complete bed rest hooked up to a monitor and a medication pump for months. Bed rest is hard. Bed rest is even harder when there are three small children who depend upon you. Confined to bed for months with little interaction with the outside world while I stressed every waking moment about my unborn baby, my stressed out husband and my three other children nearly drove me mad. After the birth our healthy, full term (thank God) baby girl, the last thing that I wanted was to be cooped up at home. As a family we quickly resumed normal family activities which included a weekly date night for my darling husband and myself. With four small children, trust me, we needed this weekly date night.For us date night was usually as simple as a walk to the local coffee shop or hanging out at the mall people watching and sometimes, a movie. Because Jodie was just a small infant who pretty much demanded to be breast fed every two hours and would not accept a bottle at all, she was our little third wheel usually snuggled in the baby sling sleeping against my chest. She accompanied us three times to movies, two which were premieres and definitely not movies for small children. But snuggled securely in her baby sling, Jodie slept throughout the entire length of the movies never once stirring. People around us scarcely were aware that she was even there…unless they were judging me for bringing a baby to see Twister or The Rock or Independence Day.

Whatever.

The way I see it was that my husband and I made a judgment as parents just as we do with any movie that we have allowed or not allowed our children to see through the years. It really was no one’s business or judgment but our own…even when we have taken our children to midnight premieres of some movies.

And so the way I see it is it really appropriate for us to consider and analyze what kind of parent would bring an infant or a six year old to the midnight premiere of The Dark Knight? Well, under ordinary circumstances, sitting in a movie theater at a movie like that maybe…I have wondered to myself sometimes while attending certain movies. I guess it is our nature to do just that. Then again in this circumstance is it really okay?

Really?

A family is planning the funeral of their six year old little girl and we are really going to question the appropriateness of them bringing that little girl to a violent, dark PG13 film at midnight….a movie where she and 11 other innocent people were gunned down and murdered?

Really?

We are going to question the thinking of the victims. The victims?!

Christina of Life in Pleasantville sums up perfectly how I feel about such discussions right now.

So many parents lives were changed forever yesterday. Pain, horror, guilt, grief, anger, are only some of the emotions these poor people with have to deal with for years to come. They should have nothing but our complete sympathy, but instead the judgers come out, in record time really, to shame the parents a little more.
I certainly hope none of them live in a glass house, throwing stones about like that and all.

Like she said, we just need to put our stones down and perhaps say a prayer, light a candle or even cry a little for the insurmountable pain, suffering, guilt and grief they must now live with. And then maybe we should reach out with our wallets to offer help to these victims, because they are the victims

That’s what we have done here under the Big Top…cried a little, prayed a lot, gave what we can…

And because we do not choose to live in fear because of one deranged human, we celebrated Bill’s birthday by taking back The Dark Knight the afternoon of July 20.

I won’t lie to you, I did eye the exits a little…human nature I guess. But my circus act truly enjoyed the movie.

overheard under the Big Top #710


Darling clown of mine: Did you hear? The guy who was the voice of Mermaid Man died a couple of days ago.

That guy would be Ernest Borgnine whom I remember from McHale’s Navy and Marty, The Dirty Dozen, The Poseidon Adventure, Willard, From Here to Eternity just to name a few. Oh, and yeah, he was also the voice of Mermaid Man on Spongebob Square Pants.

And here is where I find myself checking out Netflix and now planning an Ernest Borgnine mini-marathon.

Brave


Daniel and I had the chance to see a special preview of Brave earlier this week in San Francisco.

Note to the wise, if you want to stand out like a tourist so that all the street vendors selling the newspapers and guides to San Francisco (that you can pick up for free yourself) will spot you and follow you, shouting after you then take Daniel with you.

It’s always an adventure with that boy of mine.

We both were very excited to see this movie…bows, arrows, swords, fighting Scotsmen…and even the girl looked tough, almost as tough as a boy…even if she weren’t a boy.

With the exception of Cars 2, which put members of my circus to sleep, we have always loved Pixar films and shorts. They rarely fail to capture that which is part of our imagination and they do it with style (kind of like how Buzz Lightyear falls with style). I have to say that last Monday night, once again, Pixar did not disappoint us.

The La Luna short shown before the start of the feature film caused me to chuckle with sweet memories of my own childhood because that is exactly how I imagined the moon’s shape was changed…exactly.

Set in Scotland in a rugged and mythical time, “Brave” features Merida, an aspiring archer and impetuous daughter of royalty. Merida makes a reckless choice that unleashes unintended peril and forces her to spring into action to set things right. Brave features the vocal talents of Kelly MacDonald, Billy Connolly, Emma Thompson, Julie Walters, Robbie Coltrane, Kevin McKidd, Craig Ferguson and, Pixar’s perennial vocal talent, John Ratzenberger, who all masterfully entertain and tell the story of a young person who dares to break tradition and choOse her own path in life. The art is lush and vibrant depicting the landscape of Scotland with real Scottish landmarks, adding real depth to the story.

I really liked this story. The antagonism between Merida and Queen Elinor is not unlike that which is between any child and their parent when the child dares to strike out on their own path rather than the one dreamed of for them by their parents before they were even born. For once, we have a Disney mother character who is not killed off early on or is wicked and evil hell-bent on destroying the young princess. And Merida is not your ordinary Disney Princess. This one doesn’t have a prince to chase after, distract her or make her discover her destiny and who she really is. I’m not saying that having such a prince is a bad thing. I’m just thankful for the breath of fresh air this princess proves to be. Perhaps someday Princess Merida will meet the Prince for her and I imagine that she will beat him squarely in an archery match. But for now, this story is all about Merida as she relies on her bravery and her archery skills to undo a beastly curse.

Rest assured this is not just a princess movie intended for a feminine audience. There is lots of action, drama and hilarity in the story. There are even some parts where one might find themselves taking a hold of the hand of their mom so that she won’t be afraid.

Thank you, Daniel!

While it might not be a movie for young children under age 6 or children who are very sensitive to see, Daniel and I both thoroughly enjoyed this movie and most definitely recommend that you go see it.

How could you NOT trust this face? This boy KNOWS quality Disney and Pixar movies when he sees them.

Go see Brave! Make sure you see it with someone you love. You’ll need to hold their hand for sure…you know, to calm them and comfort them when it gets scary or sad because, like Merida, yiou are brave.

I was not compensated to write this review and promote this movie other than the opportunity to go see it offered by Allied-THA and I thank them for that.