Throw back to a time when kids acted like kids. A 13 year old boy was far more innocent than he is today. Watch any Disney show for tweeners these days and you'll see a stark difference between entertainment for kids of the 80s and kids now.
As a matter of fact, the lack of quality acting and somewhat crude or cruel jokes has gotten some of these Disney shows banned from our home. Jessie being one of them.
But I digress.
As we watched Big, Hadley and I reenacted the FAO Schwartz scene. Elizabeth Perkins recaptured the essence of innocence by unknowingly dating an overgrown 13 year old and as they stood in front of a booth at the fair, beautiful music floated through the air and Hadley and I decided to dance with the characters of the film. We twirled around the living room. Hudson began to sway and I scooped him up in my arms as Hadley danced with Daddy. When Hudson had enough dancing, John swooped in to fill his place in my arms. I closed my eyes, nestled my head onto his shoulder and took in the moment. The music of the movie began to fade and was replaced by the sound of the dishwasher as it whirred and the kids laughed and ran circles around us, their little feet pattering across the tile, creating a whole new orchestra of sound.
These moments used to only happen in retrospect for me. Typically these moments are marred by a "to do" list a mile long and thinking about the piles of dirty laundry lined up in the hallway or the fact that the car battery may be dead. As I am getting older and my children are growing faster than I'd like, I've found myself stopping far more often and appreciating the moment I'm in rather than worrying about the things that are keeping me from enjoying them. I've stopped planning the future fun and living for this minute.
My babies will only be little for such a short time. Why am I wasting it?
