My mother in law brought the kids the video Old Yeller yesterday. I watched that movie when I was in 3rd grade, bawled my head off at school pretty much the rest of the day, then when I got home and Mom asked me what I did at school burst into tears again. It's not one that I care to rewatch. So I informed the kids that they would be watching it sans mommie.
Since summer break began I have been making them lie down in the afternoons, just to give me a freakin' break. They don't have to sleep, but they have to read books and be quiet until time to get up. Today I decided to let them watch Old Yeller instead.
About halfway through, Kady came running out here to my office, hands dramatically waving in front of her and yelled, "Momma! Momma! Old Leller got wabies fwom the woof!!" and turned around and ran back to the living room. Alllllllrightythen.
When it was over (and I knew it was because I'd heard the gunshots) here came Sam, bawling to the point of hiccups. He laid his head in my lap and bawled and sobbed and snotted. I finally calmed him down enough that he could go get a kleenex for his nose when here came Abby, trying to be tough. She had crocodile tears in her eyes and her nostrils were flaring. I said, "Y'okay?" She nodded. I said, "Do you need to cry?" and then the floodgates were opened.
That little bit of precious emotion from them this afternoon almost makes up for the fact that just now - for the second time - I had to go separate the two oldest ones because Sam was pinching Abby's butt and she was kicking him in the balls in retaliation. Almost makes up for it. But not quite.
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
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I can't watch that movie either.
It's traumatized countless of children, hasn't it. Cruel. My mother in law is simply cruel for buying it, in my opinion.
In case you want to depress the children some more - see if you can find Ring of Bright Water.
I don't think they can handle it right now! Someone else suggested Where the Red Fern Grows, but I know how hard I cried when I read that book. It'd send them all to therapy for sure!
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