Movies have always been a big part of our lives. Date nights always consisted of dinner and a movie. As the Academy Awards neared, my husband and I always made sure to see as many movies nominated for Best Picture as we could.
One of the first date night movies we went to see was “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.” Yes, we’ve been together that long.
Then the kids came along and reality hit. Not only did we not have time to go to the movies, our priorities changed and our money went elsewhere. When our oldest daughter came “of age,” so to speak, my husband tested her out to see if she could last through an entire movie. She did pretty well and he began a tradition of taking her to see the latest Disney movie when it hit the big screen. I braved it one night and took my daughter and her friend to see “Hop” a couple of years ago. That was a hilarious experience.
It’s been more of my husband’s thing, though, to take the girls to the movies (it helps that he’s mostly off in the summer and has a schedule that mirrors our kids’ school schedule). When our youngest child came “of age,” my husband had a Daddy-two daughter date night and took them both to the movies. They had a great time. He’s rarely missed a Disney movie with them.
Then came our busy Christmas of 2013. We had a lot going on in December and we didn’t get to the theater to see “Frozen,” the latest Disney movie to hit the big screen. It didn’t even cross my mind that I should bring it up to my husband because we were so busy. My neighbor, the biggest Disney fan I know, asked if we’d seen it. No, I replied, haven’t had a chance. She went into this long explanation of the movie and how much her kids loved it. Meanwhile, her husband is rolling his eyes in the background.
“It’s a musical,” he said smugly. His wife argued but I had tuned out at that point . . . I was sure that I was late for something.
That conversation started a flood of every one of our friends asking if we had seen “Frozen.” I felt like I was (a) a bad parent for not taking my kids to see the latest Disney movie; and (b) a bad movie-goer for not seeing what everyone apparently thinks is the best movie to come out this year.
The guilt just continued to set in over the holidays as our families (who NEVER go see Disney movies) asked us if we’d taken the girls to see “Frozen.” That was the last straw. Our kids were starting to wonder about our parenting skills at this point. It became a running joke in our house that we were the last family in America to see the movie.
A couple of weekends ago, I came across movie passes that were gifted to me at my previous job. I told my husband we were going that afternoon to see “Frozen.” Enough is enough. As we sat in the theater waiting for the movie to start, more and more people started to come in. I kept telling myself that it was also their first time seeing this movie, but I doubt it.
My girls truly loved “Frozen.” I admit, like most animated films, I loved it, too. I loved the story, I loved the sisterly bond that the two characters shared and I loved the music. Yes, it was a musical, but a good one. My daughters have been running around the house singing the popular song from the movie, “Let it Go,” for the past two weeks.
I am not going to torture my kids any longer. I won’t be a lame mom anymore and sit back and wait to take my girls to the latest Disney movie. We will be there within the first week of the movie’s release. I promise.
Angela Borchert is a freelance writer who lives in Vacaville. Reach her at [email protected]