The word xanthosis, though lacking a pleasant meaning, is pivotal in Akeela and the Bee. We bought it to watch with my mom when she was at the rehab center, during what was to be her last few weeks. There never was a good time, and then she was gone.
In our RV we had no television and only one DVD player, a portable one I bought for my mom the day she was transferred to the hospital, three days before her passing. It sat in its box on a shelf for months, beside the silly CD the boys had picked out to watch with her: an episode of Sesame Street (one of her favorites).
Months passed before I could bring myself to open that box, and the boys understood. Finally, one night, beneath an Arizona sky, we huddled in bed, CD player on a pillow on my lap, and watched Elmo, a few people, and a bunch of colorful puppets sing and dance to help us learn all about bath time, sharing, and appreciating our particular talents. I felt my mom there with us, laughing right along. A few weeks later, we watched Akeela and the Bee. Such a beautiful movie. I felt my mom with us then, too.
I was in a spelling bee when I was seven. I came in first for second graders and lasted until only three (or was it five) third graders were still standing. The R in February showed me to my seat. I was proud to have won in one way, but man did I want to beat the older group as well. This little detail of my childhood came up a lot through the years, by both my mom and me, usually when a group of friends were telling stories after dinner.
Funny, you never know which bits of life are going to be woven into the future and which ones will fade away. I bet my mom enjoyed Akeela and the Bee as much as we did.
In our RV we had no television and only one DVD player, a portable one I bought for my mom the day she was transferred to the hospital, three days before her passing. It sat in its box on a shelf for months, beside the silly CD the boys had picked out to watch with her: an episode of Sesame Street (one of her favorites).
Months passed before I could bring myself to open that box, and the boys understood. Finally, one night, beneath an Arizona sky, we huddled in bed, CD player on a pillow on my lap, and watched Elmo, a few people, and a bunch of colorful puppets sing and dance to help us learn all about bath time, sharing, and appreciating our particular talents. I felt my mom there with us, laughing right along. A few weeks later, we watched Akeela and the Bee. Such a beautiful movie. I felt my mom with us then, too.
I was in a spelling bee when I was seven. I came in first for second graders and lasted until only three (or was it five) third graders were still standing. The R in February showed me to my seat. I was proud to have won in one way, but man did I want to beat the older group as well. This little detail of my childhood came up a lot through the years, by both my mom and me, usually when a group of friends were telling stories after dinner.
Funny, you never know which bits of life are going to be woven into the future and which ones will fade away. I bet my mom enjoyed Akeela and the Bee as much as we did.