My friend Carol Anne and I met just before 11:55 on Sunday afternoon at the doors to the AMC Theaters at Pleasure Island. Quickly we bought our kids meals of popcorn, drinks, and these strange gummy treats and settled in our stadium seats to watch Under the Same Moon/La Misma Luna, an engaging and tender movie about a nine-year-old boy's search for his mother. We were deeply touched and wiped away a tear or two. After the movie, we sat on a bench in the hallway. Through the exit doors, we watched people stroll by wearing plastic ponchos and carrying umbrellas. I glanced at my cute, but wimpy shoes. Carol Anne was wearing flip-flops. And she was hungry.
What else was there to do but buy tickets to another movie? And hot dogs and Coke? We settled into our stadium seats and laughed at the antics of a dad and his daughter in the movie College Road Trip. So much fun, but also sad because it reminded me of leaving my baby girls at college campuses and driving off without them. I was wiping away more than "a tear or two."
After the movie, Carol Anne and I ran to our cars even though it was still raining. I came home, kicked off my wet and wimpy shoes, and called my daughters.
I love this season of weddings and grandbabies, but sometimes a mom just has to cry a bit for days gone by.
11 months ago