Tonight I had the pleasure of watching Finding Neverland with my son Brian. We both love the story of Peter Pan. It was one of my favorite books when I was young. Also... all my friends know I just love Johnny Depp. I could watch Chocolat a thousand times...oh wait...I have.
This movie about how James Mathew Barrie penned Peter Pan is interesting and lovely to watch as a mother of a boy. Although not completely true to life, as the real life play debued in 1904 and their dad died in 1907 and Sylvia, the mother died in 1910. Both died of cancer I believe. Still, the movie was enjoyable to watch as my son Brian challenged me to a game of chess on the coffee table.
Brian is at that age where boys are lost between boyhood and becomming a man. I can feel the beating clock of father time whenever he plops down on my lap to look at something I am reading. He is almost as big as me, and in the not to distant future he won't be doing that anymore. My baby will be completely gone.
C
PS. My imaginary lover enjoys laying on the couch watching all types of movies...and I appreciate the boy in him.
