Ah, love. After two children and over seven years of marriage, there is still no man I would rather see than my husband. His presence can still make my knees weak, make my heart skip a beat, and apparently make my car jump a curb.
At least that’s what happened last Tuesday evening. My parents, the kids and I were heading out for dinner reservations – Billy was running late and planned to stop by the house before meeting us at the restaurant. While leaving our neighborhood, we saw Billy driving in – I smiled and waved at my husband…and then almost jumped out of the driver’s seat at the deafening SMACK that resounded through the car when my passenger side view mirror collided with the neighbor’s mailbox, leaving the mirror hanging only by a wire. Alas, thanks to the magic of duck tape, we still made it to the restaurant on time…and my sweet husband gave me yet another reason to love him by so easily forgiving my wave that cost us a few hundred dollars.
Those of you who have traded catching the newest releases in stadium seating for the cartoon classics from your child-stained sofa may recognize that the title of this post comes from the movie “Bambi.” Funny how you never realize how many of life’s hardest lessons have to be explained in Disney movies until you watch them with a child. Alexa watched “Bambi” for the first time this week at Grandma’s house. When Bambi’s mom didn’t make it back from the field, she of course asked where she was. I explained that Bambi’s mom wasn’t there anymore, she got shot.
Later in the movie, when Bambi’s mom still hadn’t returned, Alexa asked me, “So when is Bambi’s mom going to feel better?”
Dreading this line of questioning, I answered, “She is feeling better baby, she’s in heaven now with Jesus.”
“She died?”
“Yes honey, she got shot.”
“Uh uh, you don’t die!” Alexa vehemently protested. “I got shots and I didn’t die!”
(Glad we got that little misunderstanding cleared up before the next well child visit…)
Of course a few nights later when Uncle John invited Daddy to go rabbit hunting in the woods, I wasn’t sure how to tactfully explain what they were doing. Somehow saying, “Remember what happened to Bambi’s mom, honey? Well Daddy and Uncle John are going to do the same thing to Thumper’s mom” wouldn’t have gone over so well…luckily, the rabbits remained hidden while “man was in the forest.”