I love the tiny feet of my daughters - they're soft, round and perfect. Those little feet have so far to go, so many kilometers to travel. As individuals, our girls have such amazing adventures to embark on and I will do my best to never hold them back, remembering always that their lives and loves are their own to discover. I will guide them as best as I can, I will love them with all of my heart and I will encourage them to be the people they want to be.
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Monday, July 11, 2011

PG means Parental Guidance!!

Transformers 3. 3D. PG13. Ster Kinekor Cresta Centre. 

The doors to the movie opened late. We walked in at 20h40 and out at 23h20 – when all little children should have been snuggled up in bed, cuddling a teddy bear. It was a huge movie. Fast-paced, furious, violent, scary! Squashed humans, flesh flying. Noisy – no, make that LOUD – my frikkin chair was VIBRATING with the noise!! In-your-face action – obviously, it was 3D – bits of Autobods flying towards you so fast that you want to reach out and cover your face. A little long-winded at times but I was deeply engrossed, I would have been deeply and totally engrossed if I hadn’t been irritated by the amount of under 5 year-olds I saw go into that movie house with their parents.

During the course of the movie I experienced a zillion different emotions, my own heart was pumping with the action and the noise and the exhiliration. Just because those kids are under the age of 5, doesn’t mean that they don’t experience the same emotions – and those emotions would have been way more intense than mine were. The difference is that I am well over the recommended PG13 age restriction, I also know the difference between right and wrong, and fantasy and reality. To a 3 year old everything is real! I have seen my 5 year old cry and tremble in terror over the scariest part of Toy Story 3, so much so that we had to leave the movie (she’s told me that she doesn’t want to go to a movie again where she has to wear the glasses), and my 2 year old will hide her face in my neck and close her eyes when something bothers her (she hasn't been to a movie house yet) - and this isn’t because they are ‘scaredy cats’ or because they are not exposed on a daily basis to the marvels of movies! They are tiny, impressionable sponges who absorb absolutely every piece of information, and they store it – and with their vivid imaginations, they turn that information into play. They feel every emotion with their entire beings. 

They look to us to guide them and to help figure out the life lessons that they are exposed to in this big world. It's called Parental Guidance.