When I was a precocious little snot-nosed monster I loved reading The Hunger Games, but even before that bad cold I got last year, back when I was about three or four years old, I remember my Mom reading me a book called "Are You My Mother?"
Shortly thereafter, my Kindergarten teacher read the very same book to our class.
That story was intense- the poor bird's plight was so frustrating!
Yet, I had to laugh at him because, despite his heart-breaking desperation, there was something really funny and endearing about his dogged determination.
Now that I'm a bit older, I can definitely relate to that bird's situation and I'd venture to say that most of us can.
I'm in my late twenties and for the past ten years, I've been trying to find the root of who I am.
What do I love to do?
What do I want out of life?
What am I meant for?
The questions above are pieces to the puzzle that complete the internal "Mother" we all have. What I mean is that we all have a need to self-nurture, to take care of ourselves according to the unique design of our particular personality, thus allowing for personal growth.
The thing is, I'm beginning to realize that it takes a while for most of us to figure out how to take care of ourselves because we don't really know who we are.
When I was younger (like last year) I thought there would be this moment when I'd suddenly understand precisely who I am and what I want to do with the rest of my life.
Now that I've finally started to realize just how much I love expressing myself through storytelling, I'm happier but that standing-on-the-edge-of-a-cliff-and-staring-into-the-horizon-whilst-suddenly-understanding-the-purpose-of-my-existence moment still hasn't happened yet, and to be honest... now that I'm older, I don't expect that moment of clarity to suddenly hit me.
Instead, I'm learning to admire the main character of "Are You My Mother" for his tenacity.
I'm also hoping that, like him, I never stop searching for the truth about who I am and what my place is in this life.
Life is more than day to day survival, there's so much to search for, beauty, understanding, truth, etc...if we're willing to keep up our search, life can be a never ending treasure hunt.
...so if you see me walking up to a power shovel, collapsing to my knees, and crying,
"Are you my Mooootttheeeer?!" ...well, that probably means I've taken this analogy too far.
Are there any other books for kids that you've found have deeper meanings?
Oh, and posted below is this week's Polite Shut-Down!
-Paula : )