Happy all over
At her first mother-and-son cinema trip, Pamela Flood is reminded of the sheer, all-encompassing joy that only a child can feel
PARENTHOOD can be one great big massive cliche at times, can't it? Not the Brady Bunch, Waltons-type clichés, but those scenes in movies where you see the ninja-style parent cautiously sneaking out of the room having finally got the wee one to sleep when BAM, they step on a squeaky toy. Or the exhausted parent picking Ready Brek-coated Lego from their hair and wondering when this parenting lark ever gets easier. To the little divils who have been acting up all afternoon and then sidle over to you, put their chubby little arms around your neck and tell you they love you (cue melted heart).
I decided it was time for myself and H-bomb to take our own little clichés on a day out ourselves recently for a mother-and-son day. He'd shown more than a flicker of interest when the ad for Big Hero 6 came on the television. So one Sunday morning, off we went to the cinema. The movie is great by the way, but that's neither here nor there. It wasn't H's first time in the cinema but it was certainly his first thrilling experience.
He was enjoying the movie so much that at a couple of points he just couldn't contain himself and had to jump up out of his seat and hold on to the one in front with the sheer gobsmackery of it all. I enjoyed watching him even more than he enjoyed watching it. Had I been in the actual movie, I would at this point have had an on-screen flashback to my own early childhood. It is at moments like these that you think back to the days when you were three and, whether it was the cinema, a fun fair or whatever did it for you, you remember. Sometimes it's just a flicker but other times it's more.
You remember the thrill almost physically bowling you over and your little head full of the notions that the world was indeed a magical place where incredible stuff can happen. It's nice to be reminded of that magic. The little people are our teachers too.
In my movie with Elsie, we have reached a crossroads. She has about 10 words or so at this stage but they are bolstered by a lot of serious chat in the form of jibber jabber. She talks to me at great length sometimes and I know it's all making perfect sense to her but all I can do is try to keep a straight face in the hope she'll believe my feigned understanding.
With every week lately there's another new word, and I know in a short space of time there'll be conversation of a sort that both of us will understand. For me, that more than anything makes it feel like we're saying goodbye to the baby and meeting the little lady. It's a bittersweet feeling but I'm going to go glass half full on this one because if the chats I have with her brother are anything to go by then I'm in for a lot of fun.
The present-day movie of me sees a mother ready to break back out into the world of work. I made a decision just before Christmas that it was time for me to get back to work. Not that I'm in a big hurry to leave the pair of them, but more to do something that's just for me. A little bit of independence and a little time out from being mam.
I don't see anything full time taking me away, but somewhere in the region of a few hours a week. Yes I do want the best of both worlds and I'm going to try to damn well to have it. So you may be seeing me on the box again soon and you may be hearing me doing voiceovers. All going to plan that's what I hope will happen. It's time to get back to work; Lord knows I need the rest.