I just have to say, my favorite movie in a long time has got to be Toy Story 3. We were lucky enough to borrow it from a friend today and after dinner tonight, we put it on for the boys. Matt and I started out the movie immersed in our own activities: Matt reading his book, me on my computer.
As I continued to not pay attention and get some things done while my boys were enraptured by the third and final chapter to what has got to be the best trilogy a child and his parent can watch together, I kept finding my attention drawn to the TV against it's will. Every time I glanced at Matt, I noticed him in a similar state: book in hand, held up to his face, but eyes glued to the TV in spite of himself.
By the time we got to the "scary" part that I keep hearing parents warn against, I gave up any pretense at not being interested in it anymore and shut my computer. I glanced at Ben during this part and he was close to tears and huddled up in a ball next to his dad, covered up to his eyes in his blankie. There is nothing like a big, strong dad to help you through the intense parts.
But it was the ending that got to Matt and me. I have not cried over a movie in some time now, but after a bit of holding the tears back, I finally let them flow. Mitchell had climbed into my lap and was not facing me and Ben and Matt were in a similar position on a difference couch, so I felt it safe to let loose and let a few tears escape since no one was watching me anyways.
It was a touching ending to a wonderful three-part story and if you haven't seen these movies, I encourage you to watch them with a child if you can. By the time the credits began, along with the credit entertainment that always accompanies Toy Story credits, I still couldn't turn around and face my family. This is when Matt asked Mitchell if mommy was crying. Mitchell whipped around, looked closely into my eyes, noticed the tears, I am sure of it, but answered "nope!" with a little smile on his face.
I have to think if Matt knew enough to ask if I was crying, he must have been at least close himself.
Debbie, we saw this movie in Italy during our summer hoilday and i have to admit, i was crying also.
ReplyDeletePoor Adam didn't know how to express his feelings, and when i asked him if he was upset, he started crying and said yes because i had upset him.
It is the best movie we have watched together as a family in a long time.