Thanks to trying to make a sick little boy feel better, I finally got to see Toy Story 3. I can see why reviews were raving about it and why some critics said that kids will love it, parents will find the ending a bit bitter sweet.
As a teacher I get to see my kids grow over the three years they are in my school and always feel rather mixed emotions come March when they assemble for the last time in the gym and then for the last time as a class outside the school to say thank you before scattering off to different high schools around the prefecture. Off to their own adventures without us. It is, as I said, very bitter sweet (Though I do admit there are some kids I am more than happy to see the backsides of).
Now of course with my own sons, young as they are, I'm aware of the ticking of the clock. When I was a child I couldn't grow up fast enough. Getting to age 18 took forever (and a day). Now however it seems as if three years has passed by so quickly. A blink of an eye before my eldest was a small infant first struggling with how to control his arms to someone who no longer needs his father's helping hand to climb on the playground. My youngest, in 4 months, has quickly changed from a rather blank slate to a baby with his own personality and ideas of what he wants.
So watching the end of TS3... well, it brought back that bitter sweet feeling, the joys of watching them grow and fly, and the sorrow of watching them fly away.
Still, good movie though.
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