Mom to Mom
Dilemma of the Raisinettes
At the movies: A mom/daughter lesson in sharing
-April Daniels Hussar
When the film industry deigns to release a G or PG movie that we can take Isabella to see… hurrah! Oh, how we cheer. We see them all. I even went to see WALL-E… it was not as horrible as I thought it would be, given that I detest movies about robots AND movies with apocalyptic themes. (Um, gee, sounds like a riot! End of life as we know it! Bring it on!) I didn’t have to actually take a nap like I did in Horton Hears a Who.
As a side note: The only other time I’ve ever fallen asleep in the movies in my life, I was pregnant and could sleep anywhere, under any circumstances… and had no other way to escape from the long, horrible middle of Star Wars 5 or whatever… actually I guess it was Star Wars 2… the second, awful precursor one. Give me Harrison Ford and Princess Leia or just forget about it. I remember waking up right in the middle of Natalie Portman and what-his-name’s big melodramatic love scene, giggling and going right back to sleep.
So, right. We love going to the movies, but do not love spending a minimum of $75 including a babysitter, so whenever a kid’s movie comes out, we’re there. And Isabella and I have gotten into the habit of sharing a box of Raisinettes, one of my favorite foods. Yes, I consider those a food. I’d prefer to have my OWN box all to my piggy self, but I don’t want Isabella to eat a whole box, so we share. It’s just one of the sacrifices I make (insert sweeping music here) in the name of Isabella’s health.
Over the weekend, we of course went to go see Kit Kittredge, and of course got a box of Raisinettes to share. My MO is to pour some out into a separate container (or my pocket or whatever – classy, I know) for myself, and then give Isabella the box, otherwise we can have a mid-movie conflict about who’s eating too fast, so there I was, pouring some out for myself, when I was suddenly struck with a worrisome thought: WAS I GIVING MYSELF MORE BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT ISABELLA TO EAT TOO MUCH CHOCOLATE OR BECAUSE I’M A GREEDY RAISINETTE-HOGGING MEANIE?
These are the things I worry about.