As Merida’s mother nagged her with a barrage of criticism about how a princess should behave, I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. Mental clips of me crossly prompting her to put her shoes away, hounding her to brush her teeth, repeatedly exclaiming reminders to be gentle with her sister rang painfully in my ears. Sometimes I feel like 90% of our interactions involve me telling her NOT to do something. As the movie progressed, Izzy moved into my lap because she felt cold. I savored the experience of holding her warm body in my lap and laughing together at the funny parts and wondered how many more years I had of holding her in my lap at the movies. During the scene where Merida and her mother rediscover each other’s company in a new way (trying not to be a spoiler here) and frolic together in the water, I felt my heart swell. Izzy swiveled to look at my face. “Please don’t cry Mommy!” she urged, but of course I did. I snuggled her closer to me and breathed in the scent of her tangled hair, smiling at the image of the mother and daughter playfully reconnecting. Our trip to the movies was a success, and I felt a powerful reminder of the importance of enduring affection and loyalty in our relationship.
|Some sister bonding|
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