Went to see The Odd Life of Timothy Green today. Sweet movie that we all enjoyed a great deal. But as a person who has had 4 miscarriages - - I will admit to you that I cried like a baby in the beginning of the movie, as the parents describe "their child" and put the descriptions in the box. Oh amen! I've so been there. Despite my attempts to not engage in it, I went from positive pregnancy test to guessing at gender and thinking about names and calculating due date and maternity leave to high school graduation and thoughts of the future for each and every one of those pregnancies. And then as soon as I had each of my miscarriages, I purged all those pertinent dates and thoughts from my brain. It hasn't been that long, and I couldn't tell you a single one of my then-thwarted due dates or anything. Internal defenses to certain events are an interesting thing.
On the way home from the movie, both my kids started crying about our dog that died a couple years ago. How they miss her, wondering where she is buried (btw, if anyone has an explanation for I explain allowing a family pet to be cremated by the vet's office that might make sense to a 9 year old, I'm all ears), and how life isn't fair. Oh ain't that the truth, children! They had me crying too.
A much different vibe than our usual movie trips, but really a lovely movie.