That's the end?
Due to my being OH so cool, I am going to write about an old movie. And I'm not even cutting it. So there.
My grandmother so desperately wanted me to see "August Rush" that she rerented it because she knew we were coming over. I had to explain to her that no, Ben does not watch movies. But promised her I'd rent it. Then later, my cousin Marissa exclaimed that I REALLY had to see it. Not just because Grandma said, but because it really was good. And since I was interested in it before all this, I promised them both that I'd watch it. So I did.
First of all, I knew it would be emotional. Music, lost babies, what's not to cry about? I was mad at first at the unrealisticness of the stuff that happened, especially in the begining, but they explained the worst of it, and the rest I just got over. It's an inspirational movie with magic, not a true story, yo?
But seriously, THAT'S THE END? I waited through that whole damn movie for my tears-rolling-brilliant-screaming happy ending and that's all I'm going to get? You bastards.
The thing about movies like this, really the thing about all movies for the rest of my life, is that I will always only be able to see them through the eyes of a mother.
What if I was told that Ben died? And then found out it wasn't true? That my son was just out there somewhere, lost? Alone? Thinking that he wasn't wanted? If all that time I just knew there was something I didn't know.
Would I know him? If I saw him on the street, 11 years later, would I know he was my son? Would he know me?
Can you even imagine? ... I have to go kiss my boy now. Goodnight.
PS: There are a lot of beautiful people in this movie and lots of beautiful music. And one cute little black girl whose voice stole the whole show. Wow, what a powerhouse!
My grandmother so desperately wanted me to see "August Rush" that she rerented it because she knew we were coming over. I had to explain to her that no, Ben does not watch movies. But promised her I'd rent it. Then later, my cousin Marissa exclaimed that I REALLY had to see it. Not just because Grandma said, but because it really was good. And since I was interested in it before all this, I promised them both that I'd watch it. So I did.
First of all, I knew it would be emotional. Music, lost babies, what's not to cry about? I was mad at first at the unrealisticness of the stuff that happened, especially in the begining, but they explained the worst of it, and the rest I just got over. It's an inspirational movie with magic, not a true story, yo?
But seriously, THAT'S THE END? I waited through that whole damn movie for my tears-rolling-brilliant-screaming happy ending and that's all I'm going to get? You bastards.
The thing about movies like this, really the thing about all movies for the rest of my life, is that I will always only be able to see them through the eyes of a mother.
What if I was told that Ben died? And then found out it wasn't true? That my son was just out there somewhere, lost? Alone? Thinking that he wasn't wanted? If all that time I just knew there was something I didn't know.
Would I know him? If I saw him on the street, 11 years later, would I know he was my son? Would he know me?
Can you even imagine? ... I have to go kiss my boy now. Goodnight.
PS: There are a lot of beautiful people in this movie and lots of beautiful music. And one cute little black girl whose voice stole the whole show. Wow, what a powerhouse!