Life as a mom who has her hands full
Last night our 5-year-old son, Aidan watched Bambi for the first time. Since he has never really been interested in watching Bambi before, I was a bit surprised that he put down Star Wars long enough to get interested in it. About halfway through the movie, as you all know, Bambi’s mother is shot and killed by hunters. Aidan; however, was certain that she was alive and that Bambi would find her. Even though I tried to tell him that the hunters had killed her, he didn’t want to hear it. Refused to hear it is more like it.
So I started thinking about it. Even though I always wanted to tell my children the truth about the world and about life, maybe sometimes the truth is a bit too hard to hear. Sometimes, maybe they are just not ready for the truth. Maybe, they need to believe in happy endings, in fairy tales, and magic, even if only for a few years. In time, the harsh realities of life will make themselves known to him, but these childhood years are brief and I don’t mind clinging to them a little longer.
Other lies I am happy to go along with:
So we watched the movie anxiously waiting for Bambi’s mother to return and I didn’t argue with him. He wanted to believe, needed to believe that Bambi’s mother was still alive and I so I let him. THEN it happened, Bambi met Fauline. The second Aidan saw the female deer he announced proudly,” SEE MOM, I told you that Bambi would find his mother..there she is!” Then he burst into tears and hugged my neck. I understood immediately. He couldn’t bear the thought of Bambi being without his mother any more than he could bear the thought of being without me. I stroked his hair and kissed him—-“Yep Aidan, you’re right…There she is!”