We’re a Dream satellite TV subscriber. That means cloudy skies equals bad signal. The World Is Not Enough was aired last night on Star Movies but after an hour or so, the rains started to pour, the winds got stronger and the satellite signal was gone. I would have slept an hour or so earlier than usual but, a little after midnight, my 14-year-old daughter Sam asked if I wanted to watch some DVDs with her.
Of course, I said yes. It’s a ritual with Sam and I. When there’s no school the next day (which means she can stay up as late as she wants), we often watch movies together. The highlight, of course, is the midnight snack which she often prepares. We’re not breakfast persons but we’re definitely midnight snacks people, she and I. For instance, a week or so ago, she made the omelet in the photo below. She even toasted the bread that she served with it. I was so impressed that I took time to take a photo.
So, last night was going to be another one of those nights. She asked what movie we would watch. Since she had seen all the DVDs in the house, I chose one which I hadn’t seen yet although we’ve had it for months already — The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift.
We settled down with some sandwiches and watched the movie. Okay, I liked the first The Fast and the Furious. I enjoyed it tremendously. I didn’t like the sequel and, 30 minutes into Tokyo Drift, I decided that I liked the third installment even less than the second. I’d describe it as a bad mixture of pulp and noir, and definitely a Hollywood-ish stereotype that made every foreign race and culture look ridiculous.
But I couldn’t bear to stop the movie. After eating, Sam was half-lying on the couch with her head on my lap and my right arm was holding her in a loose embrace. What mother would end a moment like that? My sisters-in-law often told me in the past that when a child reaches the age of 9 or 10, they become less prone to displays of affection with parents. When I hardly saw that kind of attitude with my own kids, I was really happy. But I still wonder — very often — if the time would come when they would balk at all the lambing gestures. So I take what they give and make the most of every moment and every gesture.
So, last night, I figured I could stand another hour or so of the dreadful movie. We watched for another 30 minutes or so. Sam was even explaining the plot to me because I really wasn’t paying attention.
Then, nature took its course. The midnight snack was undergoing digestion. I felt something stirring and my body tensed. I’m sure Sam felt it too because the next second she was sitting upright. She looked at me accusingly and said, “Mommy, you’re gonna fart.” In another five seconds, she was gone.
End of bonding moment.