I have a baby sleeping on my chest under the glow of the bedside lamp and I don’t want to put her down. I like the sound of her rhythmic breathing, the rise and fall of her back, her smudgy little cheek pressed against my chest. And so, I might as well blog.
I just finished watching Sweet Home Alabama. It’s one of those feel-good movies that:
a. I love.
b. Actually has quite a few cuss words in it. (I didn’t realize this until I was watching it earlier with the toddler — funny how much more sensitive we become.)
c. Has a lot of those plot moments where you say, “That’s so unrealistic,” but…
d. I love it.
There is a line in it that stood out to me tonight.
Set up: “New York fashion designer,” Melanie Carmichael (Reese Witherspoon), is talking to Jake (Josh Lucas), the “redneck husband she married in high school who refuses to divorce her.” And in the whole drama of her Alabama past vs. her New York future and who she really is and blah, blah blah, Jake says dramatically:
“You can have roots and wings, Mel.”
[Aside: I feel like a 14-year-old relaying this dialogue, but I will continue. I have a baby sleeping on me after all, what else am I going to do?]
I like that: roots and wings. Too many people abandon their roots to find their wings — or feel stuck in their roots and are never brave to fly.
[Another aside: Wouldn’t “roots and wings” make a good name for a restaurant? Like, where your specialty is Root Beer and Chicken Wings?]
This whole conversation reminds me of a scene from another one of my fav movies, My Big Fat Greek Wedding:
Nick (to his big sister, Toula, before her wedding): Don’t let your past dictate who you are, but let it be part of who you will become.
Toula: Nick… that’s beautiful.
Nick: Yeah. That “Dear Abby” really knows what she’s talking about.
And with that, I’ll conclude:
When it comes to roots vs. wings, we must give our children both.
For the best made nests are soft enough to grow in — but strong enough to launch from.
[Goodnight, ya’ll. Time for baby to go in the bassinet.]