When I was a little girl, not much older than my son is now, I went with my mom to see Lion King at the movie theaters. I remember crying when Mufasa was killed and crying because I was happy when Simba was king. So, this past Saturday we were at the mall and trying to think of some things to do, so we wound up at the theaters. The Lion King was just released for 2 weeks at the theaters in 3d and 2d. I hate 3d, it kills my eyes and scares my son so we went and watched Lion King. It was just like I was a little kid again except this time, I had my own little boy to enjoy it with. He laughed at the crazy monkey and surprisingly enough, he didn't cry when Mufasa died. We didn't get to see the very end because he had been drinking during the movie and he was about to burst so we missed when Simba's son was born but when we left he said "I suppose that was a good movie". Ha, son you suppose.
So I was so grateful to have the chance to make a memory with my own son that I had made with my mom. It just made my heart melt sitting in that theater with him. Knowing that this was a moment we would remember for the rest of our lives. He may not remember the day or exactly how old he was but he will remember sitting there watching that movie.
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