So there was Friday when we were held up in the house over the rain, followed by Saturday morning and early afternoon where we were held up in the house because I was sick. Then there was Saturday late afternoon while it was still light out that my migraine began to diminish.
Sunday morning I woke up to the sound of a hard downpour of rain and was still feeling under the weather. It was about 7:40am and my son had made his way into my room because of the loud thunder. When he walked in I asked, "Is that rain?" He walked to the window seat, climbed up onto it and opened the blinds. "Awe man! It's raining, we are not going to get to see the movies," he said, while still holding the blind string, with the other hand raised in defeat. Eyes wide opened, he just stood there. It was almost like he was also at his wits end with being in the house and not getting out for all those reasons. When I heard the tone of disappointment, I made it a point to get up right then and begin making our plans to go to the movies. I told him there’s no way we were staying in the house and no way would he go one more day without seeing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I spend the morning introducing him to the turtles via on Demand. I wanted him to have an idea of what we were going to see. It was once again, I had to pierce the space between me and the closet.
With one of the worst cluster headaches and neck pain, I gathered our things and we headed off to the movies. I grabbed my allergy mask, Ricola and Vic’s. Yes, Vic’s vapor rub. I figured I can get through this because the movies are only a few miles away from the house and I can pack up a blanket, a few snacks and take a nap in the theatre while he watches the movie. Much to my surprise, when we arrived at the theatre I was told that since he’s under 5 years of age, he cannot see the movie. I asked why, and I was really confused to say the least because it’s a movie with animated turtle’s right? I had such a mommy moment when the attendant told me children under 5 could only see PG-rated movies. I asked, ‘Oh, wait though-what is the turtle?’ She laughed and said PG13. I think she could totally see the sincerity of me asking. All I put together was (turtle and kids) period, end of story. No additional thought, seriously. That’s how we mommies think sometimes. Plus, it’s a cartoon and we literally just finished watching it at the house and I thought nothing of the movie being a little much for the 3 year old.
Here’s where the challenge came. My son was so confused about why we were at the movies but could not go into the theatre. The look in his face as we turned around was one that I never want to see again. I could tell him that he was too young to watch because all he could comprehend was that it was about turtles and he just watched the cartoon at the house so that would not make sense. I told him that it was not playing there and that we had to go to another movie to watch (little white lie?) But before we left the theatre, I remembered a sticky note I placed on my bedroom door a month ago as a reminder to take him to see Disney’s Planes: Fire and Rescue. I stopped him at the door, quickly pulled up the extended trailer on my phone and let him watch it. I usually allow him to watch trailers to movies first to gage his excitement and determine if it is one that he will sit through. Thank GOD that Planes came through for me! He suddenly forgot all about the turtles and redirected his attention toward the fact that we were now going to see Planes.
As an added bonus, I called a friend, who is also a Pilot and owns a Crop-duster and a Jet. I asked if we could stop by the private airport so he could take a look at the air craft up close. The request was granted! Cornelius was able to look at the planes inside and out. It made his appreciation for the movie that much more. Meanwhile, my headache went away. I was still sick-but the energy I was receiving from my son while he looked at the planes and watched the movie was irreplaceable.
No pain, no gain (or "No gain without pain") is an exercise motto that promises greater value rewards for the price of hard and even painful work.
Niedria D. Kenny
The D, is for Deon - same name as my son. The only child AKA Prince Cornelius; he's the Prince in "Prince Cornelius and his Magical Friends" a book dedicated to the life and growth of my child.