I now know why my dad always teared up at Disney movies.
I have always been an emotional movie / TV watcher and have probably cried at every single Disney movie known to man. But I remember growing up and watching them next to my dad and looking up to find him with tears in his eyes as well. He would always hug me and hold me until I stopped crying and got into the rest of the movie.
I always figured it was because it reminded him of his mom and dad, who he lost in his early 40's (way too young, I now realize) or maybe the sheer fact that some of these flicks are heart wrenching and to this day, I can't watch Fox and the Hound without becoming a complete mess.
Either way, I never questioned it...until tonight.
This has been a little bit of a busy, crazy week and when I found out that Scott wouldn't be in town Friday night, I posed a movie night to both girls and offered to do an early dinner, Lion King, and popcorn. Of course, they were ecstatic - Elizabeth being excited for real and Rachel just going along with her sister.
Of course, I didn't realize that Red Box didn't have Lion King and that I would have to buy it for full price with no coupon (*double shudder*) but in we marched to Target and Elizabeth grabbed that puppy right off the shelf and even let her little sister hold it for a couple aisles...I mean, she was that excited.
|Daddy and daughter movie date - this is one of my favorite pictures. Something about his expression and her feet...|
Scott had taken Elizabeth to see it when it was in the theaters a couple weeks back and she really enjoyed it - but we weren't sure how much she really got of it, as the whole first movie experience had her on sensory overload. So I wasn't really sure what I had gotten myself into as I snuggled in between my two little pajama buddies with their blankets and bowls of popcorn.
I was so into the girls enjoying the movie and seeing it again after so long that I missed the first quiver in Elizabeth's voice when she asked me what happened to Mufassa. I tried to explain to her that the stampede had run him over and he had died but when she turned and looked at me with crocodile tears filling her eyes, I stopped short.
I have seen my child cry many times - from the moment she was born to the tantrum she threw today over me making her stop playing a computer game. But I had never, until that moment, seen her cry because something was sad to her.
And it broke my heart.
I wrapped her up in my arms and rubbed her back as she dried her tears and I felt a few fall down my cheek to join hers. I knew then why my dad always cried at Disney movies.
Because his child was sad and that just wrecks a parent's heart.
Of course, the moment was quickly over as Rachel had finished her popcorn and lost all interest in the movie and was holding onto the back of the couch, jumping with all her might. So when Simba went to live with Timone and Pumba, Rachel went to bed and I enjoyed the rest of the movie with my big girl.
Funny how this parenting thing teaches me and humbles me daily...I'm guessing it's probably not going to stop any time soon...
Have a great weekend!