That's what it's like, being together...

My mom and I went to a movie a while back.  I love spending time with my mom.  We haven't always lived close enough to spend regular time together, so it is such a treat to be able to hang out with her whenever I want.  We met for brunch with my sister and her friend first, and then off to the movies we went.

The movie was "The Iron Lady"and we were seeing the first matinee of the day.  We stood in line waiting to go into the theatre discussing the film and I mentioned that I knew little about it other than it was a biopic about Margaret Thatcher (being an Anglophile, that was enough for me), and that the critics weren't being very kind about the overall story.  My mom  interjected that her understanding was that it was actually a romance.  "Interesting", I thought, "Didn't expect that!"

We were the first ones in the auditorium, so we quickly settled ourselves on the front row.  Not the extreme front row, mind, (that's a headache waiting to happen!), but the front row behind the metal railing and cross aisle.  Best seats in the house, IMHO, because you can prop your feet up on the bar... Anyhow, we took turns saving our seats while the other went to the rest room and then sat through all the obligatory pre-movie ads and previews.  Some good, some rediculous ("Thanks, Lebron James!"  Seriously?  How do they sleep at night?") 

Finally, the lights went down.  People were still trickling in, however, and many of them were elderly.  My mom even commented that only old folks like her were coming to this movie, but that she was glad I came with her.  Shortly thereafter an older couple began making their way across the aisle in front of us, but the lady was moving more quickly than the man.  She turned to her husband and said "Here take my hand.  You can't see?"  "No," he repied, "I can't see."  He took her hand and they continued to their seats.  Then my mom turned to me and said, "That's what it's like, being together."

My heart tightened.  You see, I lost my father several years ago.  I suddenly realized that my mom had lost more than just the man she loved on that day.  She lost her companion.  The person who's hand she would take when the lighting was poor.  Quietly I wiped the tears from my eyes so that she wouldn't see.  You see, my mom hadn't made the remark through tears or with self-pity.  She was celebrating the couple and what they were to each other.  So I will celebrate them, too.

We watched the film, and it was indeed a romance.  We watched as Margaret Thatcher mourned the loss of her dear Denis. And although it was sad, my heart was very thankful that I am blessed to know that kind of love. And I am thankful my mom knew it, too.

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