Anyone who has talked to me for more than 5 minutes knows that I love movies. A friend in high school used to call me a "movie slut" and while I have issues with using that word in any context, I have to admit that it's kinda true. I like most, but not all, movies. It doesn't take much to entertain me – a good story and a couple of good characters. Throw in a wizard and it's sure to be my favourite!
Going to the movies is and has always been a family activity, which is probably one of the reasons I love it so much. I have so many memories of going to the movies with some combination of my sister, my mom and my dad (although I mostly remember my dad falling asleep and being mortified when he started snoring). It also reminds me of my granny who loved movies – Sylvester Stalone was her favourite actor. Her idea of a good night was Rambo and Swiss Chalet. I love carrying on this family tradition with my kids (minus the Swiss Chalet).
Unfortunately my husband is not a movie fan (that's putting it mildly) so I always told him that as soon as our son was old enough, I would start taking him. I think he was 4. Maybe 3. OK – he was definitely 2. What can I say? It was hard to wait so long. And I had to wait considerably longer to take my daughter. She showed no interest in any screen for longer than a few minutes until this year, which I should have been happy about, but I really wasn't.
Today my mom and I took the kids to see the new Planes movie, where the world is made up of talking planes and cars. Surprisingly, I enjoyed it. What could be bad – comfy chairs, movie popcorn, smarties and a scene in a bar where the sign is a neon car, headlights flashing, that's called Honkers.
The topping on the popcorn was when my daughter got tired at the end of the movie (which she always does) and hopped onto my lap, and full volume said, "I love you mama," as she grabbed my arms and pulled them across her body in a tight hug.
Connecting with my childhood and my kids in a movie theatre – what could be better than that?
Unfortunately my husband is not a movie fan (that's putting it mildly) so I always told him that as soon as our son was old enough, I would start taking him. I think he was 4. Maybe 3. OK – he was definitely 2. What can I say? It was hard to wait so long. And I had to wait considerably longer to take my daughter. She showed no interest in any screen for longer than a few minutes until this year, which I should have been happy about, but I really wasn't.
Today my mom and I took the kids to see the new Planes movie, where the world is made up of talking planes and cars. Surprisingly, I enjoyed it. What could be bad – comfy chairs, movie popcorn, smarties and a scene in a bar where the sign is a neon car, headlights flashing, that's called Honkers.
The topping on the popcorn was when my daughter got tired at the end of the movie (which she always does) and hopped onto my lap, and full volume said, "I love you mama," as she grabbed my arms and pulled them across her body in a tight hug.
Connecting with my childhood and my kids in a movie theatre – what could be better than that?