Saturday, August 15, 2009

Inside All Of Us...

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 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.

1 comment:

ferfischer said...

I can see why that makes you cry. I can't wait to bring my Max to see it too - a name which I loved as well (obviously). Inside all of us, indeed.