“Let’s
watch ‘Toy Story!’”
“It’s
already 8:00 at night. How about a different day?”
“Okay.”
The
next day at 9:00 p.m.
“Hey,
let’s watch ‘Toy Story!’”
“Don’t
you think it’s a little late for that? Why don’t you ask during the daytime?”
“Okay.”
So,
a couple of days later, Jesse asked about the movie during the day, to which I
agreed. He started off lying right in the middle of the floor in front of the
TV. The next thing I knew, he was in his room doing something. When I looked up
again, he had lots of friends with him, each dressed in a special outfit. It was hard not to cry.
My
son is 13 years old, and he has proven that, even though he’s all-boy, loves
video games, basketball, and going places with his friends, he’s not too old
for watching “Toy Story.” And that makes me happy.
For
it seems like life is going by so quickly, and it was just yesterday that he
and his twin brother were born. Now they are 13, and they have friends who are
girls and have been caught up in middle school drama. They go to school dances,
talk on the phone, and chat on Skype.
But
every now and then, there is this passing glimpse of the little boys who always
talked about “Lellow” (Woody) and “Lee” (Buzz). I’m glad they still love the
movie and the characters. I’m thankful that Jesse still has his Woody doll, and
he watched the movie with Jesse that day. There is still a softness to his
heart that I appreciate and hope he always keeps.
We
had a good time that day. It’s a good thing we only got through numbers 1 and
2. If I would have been subject to watching number 3, I might have cried… more
than I did.
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