Addie and I hung out Sunday night and watched clips of various super hero movies since it appeared to be, “let’s play any superhero movie we can think of because the new Batman movie came out this week,” on the TV this weekend.
Because of the television super hero marathon, Addie got to see her first glimpses of the “Hawk” as she called him. “Hawk smash” doesn’t have the ring as “Hulk smash.” She saw a few minutes of Spider Man 3 and a few tame scenes from Batman Begins.
Earlier in the day, I had been folding laundry in my room and watching Rocky. Addie came into my room to put something away and as she walked in, she covered her eyes, and asked me to guide her past the TV to the dresser standing against the far wall. Realizing that Addie thought Rocky was some terrible for grownups only type of movie, I told Addie to uncover her eyes. I explained that watching Rocky was almost like a national rite of passage. Can anybody really claim to be American if they haven’t watched Rocky?
A few weeks ago while Addie and I were driving home from my office after a day at work together, I told her that she was finally old enough to watch the first Transformers movie with me. She got really excited and as soon as we walked in the door she ran upstairs to find the Transformers DVD. She came downstairs, DVD in hand, and asked if we could start the movie right then. I looked at the back of the DVD case just sure I was going to see that necessary “PG” marking and was shocked and saddened when I saw the dreaded “PG-13” marking instead.
I explained to Addie that I had made a mistake and that she wasn’t quite old enough to watch Transformers. She was disappointed and figured I was just making excuses because I didn’t want to watch the movie at that moment. As soon as Casey got home from wherever she had been, Addie tattled on me. Casey gave me the look of death followed by the “How could you really get that wrong?” look as if to say, “Well duh, of course Transformers isn’t PG.”
Last Saturday evening Addie and I went to Ice Age 4 and all I could think about through the entire movie was that we should be down the hall watching The Dark Knight Rises. After Ice Age 4 was over, I half-jokingly told Addie that we were going straight from Ice Age 4 to go see the new Batman. Part of me wanted to see her reaction, hoping that something about her reaction would convince me that it was time. It was time for my little girl to watch a full super hero movie with me. I had no such luck, and that lack of luck was followed by a big lump of guilt.
To be completely honest, I’m far too excited to watch all these movies about the super heroes I grew up loving with my eldest daughter. Part of me wants to pass on that love to Addie, and another part of me is just jealous that she gets to grow up during a time when such quality super hero movies are made. (And no, I do not include The Avengers in that list of quality super hero movies.) It’s as if I don’t want her to waste the gift of modern day movies.
Addie has seen my excitement and a good portion of that excitement has been passed on to her. I’m not sure if I’m more excited to watch one of these movies with her, or if she’s more excited to finally get to see a movie about all these super heroes she sees on lunch boxes and paper plates. However, until she turns 13 or Casey suddenly turns to the dark side, it looks like I have 6 more long years to wait before I can fully pass on my love of super hero movies to Addie.
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