My son and I have anx­iously antic­i­pated (for months) the film adap­ta­tion of Mau­rice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are . Tomor­row we can finally get our chance to see the story of a boy who “made mis­chief of one kind and another” all while wear­ing his wolf suit come alive. I can say with absolute cer­tainty that dur­ing the third year of my son’s life I read this book along with The Cat in The Hat over and over, and over. I knew the story by heart and could recite it with out hav­ing to look at the pages. I loved it as a kid and and truly appre­ci­ate it now as an adult and mother of lit­tle boys who make it their mis­sion in life to cre­ate mischief.

Michael loves read­ing. He loves his books. Loves his favorite books so much that he checked one of them out from his school’s library-although he has the exact copy-on his shelf in his room. Say­ing that his copy “was bro­ken”. It’s really tat­tered and worn from being read so darn much. Per­son­ally those are my favorite kind of books. The ones that show wear and tear. Show that they’ve been held and read  and loved. I want to encour­age this, feed it, give it enough room to grow big beau­ti­ful wings; so that per­haps one day his imag­i­na­tion may be so great that it will help him soar to his des­tiny. To help him be more than he or I ever dreamed he could be. [I apol­o­gize for the cheesy almost “Be all that you can be.” Army com­mer­cial there. *clears throat & wipes tear*]

Help him one day when faced with a great chal­lenge think of a lit­tle boy named Max who was “king of all wild things” who sailed for days away from his fam­ily but in the end remem­bered what was important.

Michael won’t be going to school tomor­row. Do you think it would be per­fectly hor­ri­ble par­ent­ing to sneak him out [while Evan naps and my hus­band paints his room] and take him to see-it just the two of us? I’m pretty sure the the­ater will be empty with all the kids in school so it’ll be a great oppor­tu­nity for us to go and see it. We’ve been so blah this week, I just want to see his goofy grin. Obvi­ously I know that we’re not 100%, for all it’s worth his doc­tor says that he’s not con­ta­gious but Evan and I may be…“May be.” GAH!

As for Mo, I’m not even sure he real­izes that the movie opens tomor­row. Since he’s been sick I didn’t want to bring it up. Per­haps I won’t. Instead we’ll just get in the car and head to the the­ater and watch Where The Wild Things Are as we share pop­corn, Twiz­zlers and Kleenex. Scouts honor I’ll wipe every­thing we touch down with a Clorox® Dis­in­fect­ing Wipe [Feel free to insert a snarky gig­gle here.] Wouldn’t it be cool for him to remem­ber being sick all week and his Mom tak­ing him to the the­ater just us…I know I’m try­ing to jus­tify it –but seri­ously if he’s fever free-and if I don’t want to curl up into a lit­tle ball and hide under my sheets-we’re so there! You only get to live once right?

“Let the wild rum­pus start!”

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