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Phoebe in Wonderland


This is an excellent movie.
I just got back from watching it with my cousin who had already seen it and knew that it would be perfect for me to see.
I related to this movie in so many ways.
Every mother who has a child who does things that don't make sense, that don't fit into molds, that raise questions, that truly have extra problems to work through need to see this movie.
To know that you're not the only one who gets frustrated and angry and overwhelmed, and the thought of dealing with it makes you want to run as far and fast as you can go, and escape everything. Everything.
To know that your child isn't doing things on purpose, that they don't mean to make it so hard, that they want to do whats right, but that it's hard, and not always in their power to choose the right actions.
To know that no matter how many eyes are on you; how many people, ignorantly blind, judge something that they cannot understand, and how many comments spoken or not you receive, that you are still a good mother. Because you care beyond comprehension, and you want to help your child more than you care what anyone has said or done in ignorant judgment.
Most importantly, to know that someone understands what it's like. Even though this was just a movie, it conveys so much truth. So many honest feelings of any mother fighting to understand and to help, of any child scared and confused and hurting.
This is an awesome movie. It feels good to have something to relate to, even if it didn't solve any problems or change any circumstances. In the end a movie can only do so much. But I'm really glad I went tonight.

Comments

J. Baxter said…
Honestly, I think most every wmother could relate to that kind of message on some level. The real question, is could I get my husband to watch it???
Valerie said…
I haven't heard of that one. I'm going to check it out right now. Thanks for the recommendation.

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