We're off to see the Wizard NozElsie talks A LOT. She says lots of things and things in funny ways. She sings "Old Miss Donald" for "Old MacDonald"--our budding little feminist. She'll whip a burp cloth around calling out "Look Mommy, I'm a rodeo cowboy!" And she was so excited to see what she understood was the
Wizard Noz when we showed her YouTube clips of the
Wizard of Oz in preparation for our big movie night in the park.
Last Friday, we headed downtown to Forsyth at 8pm--past her bedtime--to see the giant screen set up with giant speakers in the park. Elsie couldn't believe all the people were up past their bedtime. And as she told my mother on the phone in anticipation, "we'll sit on a blanket and eat snacks and Mommy will drink wine." That did happen--we sat on a blanket and ate chocolate covered strawberries and Mommy and Daddy and Nathan and Allison did drink a bottle or two of red wine. And we lounged on the blanket and watched the Wizard Noz and it was a gorgeous night.
I remember years ago when my mom had one of those early movie disk players, pre-VCR. She would rent things like
Grease and
Flash Gordon and the Jane Fonda Workout. I have fond memories of summer when her best friends, Donna Davis and Jo Turville would come over with their kids and we'd camp out watching movies--one week it would be movies based on the Bible, the next week it would be musicals set in Paris, the other week it would be Judy Garland movies. I came to love movies in this way. And then, I also remember watching movies like
Wizard Noz and imagining that I would always watch movies like that even when I was grown, even when I had a little girl, and here that moment has arrived.
Yes, that night at the park made me feel like we had arrived at something. Warm little Elsie buried in my lap entranced by Dorothy, "scareman," the "wion," oh and "whasshis name? the silver man, the tin man, that's right." She'd scootch over to D's lap after a while, long after Lillian had drifted off in Allison's lap, up way past bedtime. Here was a peaceful parenting moment, a perfect parenting moment. After all the hard work of parenting, with the newborn and the potty training, the messy tearful hard work of parenting with its little spots of joy, here was one of those moments that I imagined parenthood would be like. Here was one moment where the imagination and reality aligned right there "somewhere over the rainbow."