Yesterday we went Christmas shopping at Bluewater. Well, we went to Bluewater... and went to the cinema instead. The film was called 'Rise of the Guardians'. It's a cheesy animated film about the Guardians (Father Christmas, the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny and Sandman) enlisting the help of Jack Frost to stop Pitch Black from engulfing the world in darkness. All we have to do is Believe...
It was crappy American schmaltz and I loved it. But the highlight wasn't even the film itself. All the other kids were at school yesterday, and we had the place to ourselves. An old couple hobbled in, her using a stick and holding his arm for support. They sat two rows in front of us. And I reckon they must have been late seventies/early eighties. She hooked her walking stick on the back of the chair in front and they made themselves at home with their bag of Pic N Mix. I thought they must have got the wrong film and would realise their mistake at any point. Then the lights went down and the film started. And they didn't move. In fact, for the next hour and a half they giggled and oohed and aahed as Sandman was lost to nightmares, the Easter Bunny was shrunk down to a tiny rabbit and the Tooth Fairy lost all the teeth. And when, towards the end a child finally believed in Jack Frost I'm sure she wiped a tear away from her eye with a tissue. At the end of the film they got up to leave and she turned round to us both, beaming with joy. "Brilliant", she said. And the two of them shuffled out.
And it looked like they did this every week, sneak into cartoons while children were at school and laughed and lost themselves in the moment. And it made me wish that more people were like them. Whoever they are, they brightened my day. And now I Believe too...
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.