I'm a self proclaimed Princess ( it's also what my name means...no seriously) and like most newborn boys, he initiated me into motherhood by peeing all over me the first day home from the hospital. I was grossed out and completely terrified that my life was never going to be about anything else other then cleaning pee and poop out of my clothes.Thankfully, he learned to aim, and I'm learning to take this crazy life in stride.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
The Help
Maybe it was just one of those moods I was in, or the surge of hormones ....or maybe the euphoric high from all the M&M's I had inhaled but whatever it was, The Help is one of the best movies I've ever seen. I laughed, I cried, and just when I thought I was done crying I cried some more. It was moving and inspirational, and a wonderful reminder that what we put in our children is going to come out of them when they're older. I'm too lazy to launch into an explanation of the movie which hopefully most of you already know about, but I'll at least tell you it's based in the 60's during the Civil Rights Movement. And one thing that stuck out to me was that these women were pouring their lives into these children, the very children that would one day grow up thinking it was ok to be disrespectful, rude and feel inferior all because of the color of their skin. One mother wasn't even a mother, her child was more or less an accessory, one that " the help" would bath, love on and comfort. The mother was more concerned about the deviled eggs for her bridge game, or what the latest gossip was. The only time her sweet little girl got any attention was when the maid took the time to love on her, and to tell her " You is kind. You is smart. You is important." There are mothers today who view their children as an accessory, as something to get them attention. They don't take care of their child, because their too busy with their own lives to give a $h*t. And then they complain when that child rebels against them. Children are a product of their environment. If we, as parents, are always annoyed with them then that child is going to grow up feeling unimportant. If we treat others with disrespect then that child is going to grow up being disrespectful. It's not a hard concept to understand. It's a shame that the little girl in the movie was only loved on by the maid. Even in today's society children are often passed off to someone else. And that someone else may not take the time to love on them, to make them feel special. I may have to work a full time job but my son knows who is Mommy is. And I try every day of his life to make sure that he knows that he is kind, that he is smart, and that he is important.
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