New Year's Resolutions
Recently we went to see I Am Legend, starring Will Smith. I am going to write about some major details in it, so if you don't want to know, read no further. This is actually something funny about my well meaning, yet overprotective mothering instincts, that I have to let go of as they grow up. The movie is about the last man on Earth trying to find a cure for a virus that has swept the world and turned people into vampire-like creatures. The only companion he has is his beloved dog, a German Shepherd that his daughter gave him the last time he saw her right before she and his wife were killed. You feel glad he has a buddy, someone to hang out with through the loneliness. The dog obviously loves him and seems so wise; seems to understand everything that is going on. Through his trials, you become really appreciative that the dog is there with him. At one point one of the infected creatures bites the dog and he begins to whimper. I'm like, "Oh. My. God. Noooo." The dog tries hard to maintain and whimpers and snuggles up to Will, who is crying and holding him in a tight hug. The dog begins to uncontrollably turn into one of the creatures and Will has to kill him by choking him to death. I looked over at Dylan, and noticed tears in his eyes, and seeing the grief-stricken look on his face, I leaned over and whispered, "It's okay, buddy. Just remember the dog is a paid actor. He's getting up right after this scene and getting a doggie treat for it." Just to make it light. Ease his pain. The thing is, 13 year old Dylan did not want his pain to be eased. He was enjoying his experience and I ruined the moment for him. He looked at me, not at all amused, not appreciative whatsoever.
:-D
At first, I was offended by his reaction, but after the movie we talked about it and I realized what I did and we all laughed about it.
Um.... as I've sat here, trying to neatly wrap up this post with a moral to this story, I'm at a loss. Has it cured me of my overprotectiveness? No. Am I growing, recognizing that certain aspects of my personality, while coming from a good place, may not be quite what they need/needed? No matter what, I would rather be guilty of being overprotective than under. Mainly, I will strive to be somewhere in the middle.
Happy New Year! Here's to a great 2008!
Recently we went to see I Am Legend, starring Will Smith. I am going to write about some major details in it, so if you don't want to know, read no further. This is actually something funny about my well meaning, yet overprotective mothering instincts, that I have to let go of as they grow up. The movie is about the last man on Earth trying to find a cure for a virus that has swept the world and turned people into vampire-like creatures. The only companion he has is his beloved dog, a German Shepherd that his daughter gave him the last time he saw her right before she and his wife were killed. You feel glad he has a buddy, someone to hang out with through the loneliness. The dog obviously loves him and seems so wise; seems to understand everything that is going on. Through his trials, you become really appreciative that the dog is there with him. At one point one of the infected creatures bites the dog and he begins to whimper. I'm like, "Oh. My. God. Noooo." The dog tries hard to maintain and whimpers and snuggles up to Will, who is crying and holding him in a tight hug. The dog begins to uncontrollably turn into one of the creatures and Will has to kill him by choking him to death. I looked over at Dylan, and noticed tears in his eyes, and seeing the grief-stricken look on his face, I leaned over and whispered, "It's okay, buddy. Just remember the dog is a paid actor. He's getting up right after this scene and getting a doggie treat for it." Just to make it light. Ease his pain. The thing is, 13 year old Dylan did not want his pain to be eased. He was enjoying his experience and I ruined the moment for him. He looked at me, not at all amused, not appreciative whatsoever.
:-D
At first, I was offended by his reaction, but after the movie we talked about it and I realized what I did and we all laughed about it.
Um.... as I've sat here, trying to neatly wrap up this post with a moral to this story, I'm at a loss. Has it cured me of my overprotectiveness? No. Am I growing, recognizing that certain aspects of my personality, while coming from a good place, may not be quite what they need/needed? No matter what, I would rather be guilty of being overprotective than under. Mainly, I will strive to be somewhere in the middle.
Happy New Year! Here's to a great 2008!
posted by shari at 12/31/2007 10:20:00 PM
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