Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Secret Life of Bees

I really suck at picking out movies. That’s why movie picking is Mr. Sunday’s job. But I yesterday I took a stab at it. I wanted something that Mad and I could watch together. You know – she’s 12. And, well, it is hard to feel connected with a 12 year old. I am connected all right, but she is in the process of trying to hate us enough so she will be compelled to support herself move the heck out of our house by the time she is 18. I’d say she is well on her way.

Anyway I chose a movie I thought was family friendly, heartwarming, you know “feel good movie” The Secret Life of Bees. She is old enough to understand the social commentary and the story of the teenaged white girl showing up on the doorstep of a black family and how she came to belong to them, has some parallel with MY own story. I thought it would be nice for her to see we are not the only white people who have a WHOLE black family of their own.

Of course Mad decided that she would rather go to bed than hang out with her parents. The Mr. fell asleep less than half way through.

Leaving me to sob, red nosed and snot faced for the entire last half by myself. Really! I am pathetic when it comes to movies. I mean embarrassingly wretched. Maybe I’ll have my friend Yo do a guest post about watching the end of Thelma and Louise with me in a crowded theater. Blubbering idiot. I am still attempting to live that one down in MY OWN MIND.

I hate loss even when I know it is just a movie. It’s a PTSD thing some may not understand.

Anyway I guess I am glad I got a chance to prescreen it for Mad. What are the chances I will weep like a freaking willow the second time around?

I said all of that to say that this quote sums it all up for me. I may have never had that self-sacrificing and unconditional love one expects their parents are capable of, but I have never lacked love. I am one lucky girl and I have lived a charmed life.

“And there they were. All these mothers. I have more mothers than any eight girls off the street. They are the moons shining over me.”

~The Secret Life of Bees

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

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I'm glad I know someone else who sobs over movies! And I can't even read aloud with out sobbing chapters in books where animals die, children are separated from their loved ones etc. I am not exageratting, my kids kind of roll their eyes, grab the book and finish that chapter for me when we are reading aloud together. Try having Mad choose the movie for you all. There is something about them having control of that that makes it work in our house.
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I used to lead a teen small group through our church, for girls from seventh grade until they graduated from college. I did it for six years. The girls I saw all the way through are now all about 23. During that time, I realized how HARD it is to find movies for all of them, especially since I had to err on the side of caution to accommodate the more conservative parents. It got so hard finding movies that - when I did manage to find one they liked - I bought it, thinking ahead to my years as a mom. The Secret Life of Bees came out later... it's a great one that I don't have. Glad you wrote about it. (And my husband is the crier in our family. Although he'd probably get mad at me for sharing that.)
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Very lovely quote. I read the book several years ago but haven't gotten around to seeing the movie. Glad to hear I'm not the only weeping willow too. :)
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I love that quote! I haven't seen the movie, I'll have to add it to my Netflix queue.
I cry at everything. EVERYTHING! Movies, commercials, books, random sad thoughts.... everything. I loved that book. I will have to check out the movie.
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Mr. Sunday · 734 weeks ago

How about the time you started bawling at K-Mart? I thought I must have done something horrible, but it was only the song Wildfire playing on the radio. " She ran calling sniff,sniff Wildfire, sniff, sniff."
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