Go fly a kite.
{Curious?}
It only appropriate the week that begins with National Teacher Day and continues on with superheroes, should end with the greatest heroes of them all: our mothers.
Ma, mom, madre, mor, mere, majka, mae, muter {seriously, I am totally going to start calling my mom muter}–it doesn’t matter what we call her, the heart remains the same. We may be born of her, or chosen–she may be our mother our whole lives through, or just when we need her, but the blessings are the same.
She’s the one throwing together costumes at the last moment {because we failed to tell her ahead of time}; the one standing in the wings at programs. She’s the one volunteering for school outings, running taxi service for myriad extracurricular activities, and cheering until she’s hoarse at games. She’s the one hosting birthday parties and sleep overs . . . baking mounds of cakes and cookies . . . giving hugs at the door and sticking notes in lunch bags. She’s the one taking photos ad nauseam at prom and telling us to “drive careful” as we go on our way . . . the one teaching us to brush our teeth, look both ways before crossing the street, and always, always wear clean underwear. She’s the one protecting us while in her care, giving us wings when it’s our turn to fly, and covering our days with prayer.
Yet we never truly outgrow her.
No matter where we may roam, there’s always something about a mother’s touch, the sound of her voice, that’s like coming home.
So to all you mothers–be you new to the job, or old pros–a happy weekend, to you!
To you who boast the best of moms–be she blood, adopted, or borrowed–let us not forget the gratitude.
To you whose mamas are but a memory, may your memories be sweet.
. . . and a happy Mother’s Day weekend, to you all!
ublic Service Announcement (PSA): If you happen to be one of the three people who did not see The Avengers last weekend, I have but one word:Go. As a matter of fact, play hookie tomorrow and go see the movie–that way you’ll avoid the long lines. No need to thank me; that’s just what friends are for.
The Avengers is a whole lot of fun–like a party on the silver screen, really.
If you’ve no idea of that which I speak-yikes! You have some catching up to do. Mainly, Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor–all of which I enjoyed. And you must know, I’m no comic book junky. As a matter of fact, the closest I’ve come to reading a comic book is reading the titles of those belonging to my brother. Though I looked forward to The Avengers, I feared it would be a tad too tricky to pull off. Also, I questioned their decision to cast Mark Ruffalo as Bruce Banner/The Hulk. Apparently, I’ve no vision. And lastly, the onslaught of advertising made me nervous. I was beginning to wonder if maybe the film sucked and they were simply trying to mask the fact, with hype.
Lucky for us all, my fears were for naught.
It’s obvious those who worked on the film had a lot of fun doing so. While it may get off to a bit of a slow start, it picks up quickly. Each character is thoughtfully portrayed {and perfectly cast}; there’s plenty of witty banter. There’s action and a hint of romance, comedy and a hint of sadness {I’ll spare you the details because nothing is worse than spoilers}.
Through it all, a group of “lost creatures” take us on one thrilling ride.
No doubt it helps that the director, Jess Whedon, was himself a fan of the 1960s Avengers comics. As he points out, ”in those comics these people shouldn’t be in the same room let alone on the same team–and that is the definition of family.”
It just might be the family dynamic that makes it all work–it definitely added to the audience. A little old couple, helping each other up the steps, a line of boys tagging along behind their father, entire families sharing popcorn and sodas, girlfriends, guy friends, young, and old . . . they were all there. Of those I saw, they all left with huge smiles on their faces. And that just might be the greatest success of all . . .