I watched Malificent last night and I have to admit, it touched me. The love Malificent shows towards Aurora is so pure. It’s like she sees her as her own daughter. At least that’s what it looked like to me.
Since I became a mother, my sense of love and caring has drastically changed. You always hear people say how there’s nothing quite like the love of a mother for her child and I didn’t really understood it until I held my daughter in my arms.
There are times when I just want to scream or cry in frustration but more often I wish that she didn’t have to grow up so quickly, that I could hold her just a little longer.
My little girl is 20 months old now and when I look at her i can’t even remember what she looked like when she was only a couple days old. Now she’s a beautiful toddler, she’s brave and strong. She will always climb the highest slide in the playground and when she smiles, I can’t help but smile along.
It’s crazy how happy she makes me. And it’s frightening to imagine a world without her.
Whenever I watch a movie where a child dies, I cry because I always imagine that this could happen to me. I don’t know how I would survive, honestly.
There is this Flemish movie ‘The Broken Circle Breakdown’ (nominated for Best Foreign Movie at the Oscars 2014) and it broke my heart. I cried the entire movie. Don’t get me wrong! It’s an amazing movie and you should really go watch it if you can. But once it was over, I went to check if my girl was still breathing..
Now that I’m talking about all this, it reminds me of a book I read last year. I read it as an arc while I was still working at the bookshop. It’s called ‘The Twelve Tribes of Hattie’ by Ayana Mathis.
In 1923, fifteen-year-old Hattie Shepherd, swept up by the tides of the Great Migration, flees Georgia and heads north. Full of hope, she settles in Philadelphia to build a better life. Instead she marries a man who will bring her nothing but disappointment, and watches helplessly as her firstborn twins are lost to an illness that a few pennies could have prevented. Hattie gives birth to nine more children, whom she raises with grit, mettle, and not an ounce of the tenderness they crave. She vows to prepare them to meet a world that will not be kind.
The part where the firstborn twins die is such a moving chapter. I cried and cried and cried.
It’s a story about family and how you don’t always see eye to eye but it’s also about racism and prejudice.
Hattie was really hard for her family because she loves them and she wants them to have a better life than she had.
If you like books about family, than you might want to check this out.
Another book that made me feel the same way was The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, which I also loved.
Have you read any great books about family?
Let me know.