I Was A Hot Crying Mess During Toy Story 3
In case no one’s told you yet, you’re going to cry when you go see Toy Story 3, and not just because of the price -$58.50 for 2 adults, 2 kids -of the 3D movie tickets. I don’t care how hard and, “I never cry in movies,” you think you are, you’re gonna shed at least one tear.
Or, if you’re me, you’re going to turn into a hot crying mess with snot running all out of your nose, and rivulets of mascara streaming down your cheeks. I didn’t even have a box of tissue, my biggest “I just had plastic surgery” sunglasses or a jacket to throw over my head to disguise my wreckery. I just had to slink out of the theater looking like a hot crying mess.
Going to the movie was part of a slew of Father’s Day activities and, unfortunately for my appearance, I didn’t read a single review of it so I had no clue I’d be turning into an emotional wreck. My only clue that I might be in trouble came when I posted on my Twitter feed that I was at The Grove’s theater to see Toy Story 3 and one of my followers replied that it might make me cry. I dug through my bag for a tissue and came up 100% empty-handed. I told myself, “It won’t be so bad. I’ll probably just get a little teary-eyed.”
Clearly, I was delusional. I’m not going to give away any major plot points, but I knew I was in trouble when the tears started up five minutes in. The film was a total emotional rollercoaster and I cried several times throughout – and then the last 10 minutes hit and I was a blubbering, sobbing mess.
Sure, I cried because I thought about my own attic-stored toys, and my treasured secret-agent teddy bear, Adam -12 – and now he’s stuck in a dresser drawer. But Toy Story 3 really made me reflect on how life changes way too fast and my kids are growing up so quickly.
At the end of the film, my six year-old, Mr. T, turned to me, threw his arms around me and said, “I love you, mommy,” and he hugged me tight for about a minute. That just made me cry more. Finally, we were the last people in the theater and T said, “I’m not gonna be small enough to carry much longer, am I?" I shook my head no and he asked, "Mommy, will you pick me up and carry me?”
I picked him up and carried him out of the theater and all the way to our car – added bonus: hiding my red, tear-stained face in his cheeks was good camouflage for me.
These moments are so fleeting. My nine year-old, Mr. O, is so tall he comes to my shoulder and he wears almost the same size shoe as me. I can’t pick him up anymore. I wish there’d been a flashing sign saying, Warning! This Is The Last Time You'll Be Able To Pick Up Your Son! If I'd known, I would’ve treasured it more, held him a little tighter, and hesitated to put him down.
I can’t stop time, and I want my boys to grow up – I’m so excited to see what amazing men they're going to become, but at the same time, it’s hard.
And now I'm going to go cry again. At least this time I have some tissue on hand.
Yep, my 22 y.o. is too big to carry, but he's letting me take care of him as he heals from oral surgery. His face is so swollen I did think about his fat cheeks as a baby.
I still have toys in my parent's attic too. Or at least I think I do. They may have chucked it all by now.
My 9 year-old admitted that he started to cry in the last five minutes. Gosh, 15 used to seem so far away but now that my boy is almost 10, it seems like it's right around the corner.
Oh I bet. I cried at their Pre-K and K graduations so I will probably need to take a sedative of some sort before the high school ones!
One of the hardest things is that when my eldest was a baby, we were so broke I didn't have the money to buy a new camera so I don't have many pictures of him as a little baby. I didn't even have the $ to buy the pics they take in the hospital. And now I try to remember what he looked like as a baby and it's so hard. I feel awful about that.
Aww, poor thing having oral surgery. Ouch. That's no fun... but how nice that you get to take care of him. ;)
I'm glad it wasn't just me. I don't know how folks could walk out of there completely unaffected.
Thank you for saying so! They change very quickly. We have a door in our place where we've marked how tall they are and it's weird to see how much they've grown in such a short amount of time. My eldest grew almost an inch per month between December and February.