One year for my birthday, Steve got us tickets to Where The Wild Things Are, the ballet. That was always one of my favorite books, and seeing it performed as a ballet was magical.
That was around the same time we decided we were ready to start our family. After seeing that ballet, I knew if I ever had a little boy, I wanted to name him Max.
The day came when I knew the baby growing in me would be born around Halloween, and I had fun thinking of that baby as a little monster. And I didn't know, but I knew, it was a little boy. A Max.
The moment he entered this world, Steve told me he was a boy...our Maximilian.
It's a strong name, yes. It's a spunky name, yes. But to me...it was the king of all names...I wanted him to be every bit as much like the little boy in the book I grew up loving. Imaginative, fun, adventurous, and a Wild Thing. I could think of no better attributes for a little boy.
The dreams I've had for Max through the years have often shifted and changed. Though he has many limitations, one thing that has come as a complete shock, is that to me, he truly is the little boy I dreamed of having. He is imaginative, and fun, and adventurous, and is the most wild of all wild things.
This past winter when I heard there was a movie coming out based on the book, Where The Wild Things Are, I could not wait to see the trailer. When I saw it, I cried. In fact, every time I see it I cry.
I don't know how they will tell this Max's story, but I know my Max's story, and to imagine him in a land of the wild things, being the king of them all makes my heart swell.
If you've not seen the trailer, here it is. I am so looking forward to seeing this...and roaring a terrible roar right along my Max.