I surprise myself sometimes. Like the other day when, on a whim, I brought home from the library the 1964 classic film My Fair Lady starring Audrey Hepburn.
You must understand, I gave up chick flicks when I was in my mid-thirties. I lost interest in them entirely. I’m more of an action-adventure film/Marvel Comics aficionado these days. Okay I like some DC movies and TV shows too. You can also throw in Image Comics’ (who’s ever heard of them?) Walking Dead TV series too.
There must be a reason I gave up all the romancy gushy stuff in favor of action/adventure shows and movies. I like to think it’s because my basic need for romance is entirely satisfied in my 25+ year marriage to my husband. He’s the real deal and I don’t need fictional romance from books or movies.
Now, I do crave adventure and maybe action too, given the fact that I recently dubbed our new (to us) 1999 GMC Savanna conversion van – Action Van. If the weather ever clears us and cooperates, we will take our van out again for some action adventure. Who knows? Maybe I won’t be watching action/adventure shows that much during the summer months.
I do have one remaining soft spot in my heart when it comes to children’s literature. Especially if it deals with a parent/child relationship in which the child is growing up and about to leave the nest. Those reduce me to tears, literally.
It never failed; whenever I read my children the Winnie-the-Pooh stories (The original stories, not Walt Disney’s pathetically mundane version.), I would get to the last tale and begin to cry. My children were patient with me during these times even though I could read the – What’s deal with you, Mom? – look on their little faces.
Even now that my children are adults and have almost flown the nest, I still get emotional when I read children’s literature of that sort. They’re in that – getting a higher education but coming back home in between terms – phase. You may be wondering why I still read children’s literature if my children are grown. The answer is because it’s my job at the library where I work. I’m the children’s programs coordinator.
I recently ran across a book by Randy Cecil titled Duck. I was looking for Story Time titles for my infant to preschool crowd. I read Cecil’s book and yes, I got a familiar lump in my throat.
Short synopsis: The title character, Duck, is a wooden carousel duck who adopts an orphaned Duckling. He eventually grows up and flies away. She can’t fly and is left behind. The next Spring he flies back to see her. She knows he’ll have to fly away with his flock soon. Then, the Happy Ending. He takes her with him.
I questioned my capacity to be able to read this to my Story Time kids. It’s such a great story, and I didn’t cry while reading Mo Willems Knuffle Bunny series, so surely I could read Duck without getting emotional.
I saved it to last which is always taking a risk because by that time the kids are getting squirmy and don’t want to sit for much longer. They really got into the story however. It’s a mystery to me what will capture their attention and what won’t. Duck captured their attention. It got to the part about Duckling flying away from Duck and leaving her alone for the winter. I had a small hitch in my voice at that point but kept going.
Then, flash! A moment later, flash! I kept reading, but my mind was telling me: Someone from the local newspaper is here and they are taking pictures.
Maybe that’s why I managed to hold it together for the rest of the story. The last thing I need is for my picture to be in the paper with me sobbing as I read to the Story Time crowd!