Round 2

Writers Write

Snow White 2.0

I was four-years old when I saw my first movie. A fancy local theater hosted a special matinee showing of Snow White, and it was a BIG deal at the time.

My mom was a single parent. She worked multiple jobs to make ends meet. We were always going places – she was a wiz at finding fun FREE things to do. But actually spending money on an outing was a rarity in our world. Things changed as we got older and we went to that specific theater several times for fine arts-related events, but none of those had such an effect. That single outing resulted in a vivid memory that still loops 40 years later.

So when I found out a local ballet company was performing Snow White at that same theater a couple weeks ago, I jumped on it. I ordered 2 tickets, called ma and asked her to be my “date”. The squeal on her end that sounded vaguely like “AyoayoayoMEE? That’s soooo nice!” answered my question. It had been too long since we’d done something special – just the two of us, and it needed to happen.

The night arrived and I heard the familiar honk. I went out to the car to find my niece talking my mom’s ear off, and heard mom say “Oh, wow – she’s so pretty!” My heart melted when my niece replied “To hell with pretty, she’s gorgeous!” At that point, I just wanted to hug both of them and never let them go. I’m not a girly girl, and I don’t want, need, or expect constant compliments. But after all the shit I’ve dealt with over the years, occasional sincere flattery like that from those I truly love goes a long way.

We got to the theater and I let ma give me the tour and point out all of the restorations that occurred in the past 12 years or so. When we finally found our seats, ma asked me the question I was waiting to hear.

Ma: This is lovely. But I do have a question. Why Snow White of all things?

I reiterated the memory, and she just smiled slightly and nodded at first. I mentioned who went with us and pointed out where we sat – above our seats to the right in the balcony. Her jaw dropped. Then I pointed out areas where the walls had deteriorated (since restored), and said I remembered the small bag of popcorn and getting a candy apple on the way out. She cried, cupped her face, and nodded.

Ma: I can’t believe you remember that so vividly.
Me: Of course I do. It was a really good memory.
Ma: You have no idea how much you were missed. I’m so glad you’re back home. I almost feel whole again.

Seeing my look of confusion, she grabbed my arm and added “A few more outings like this one, and I’ll be complete.”

And then I looked away to keep my makeup from running. But it was a lovely evening and one that I’ll hopefully remember 40 years from now. Those really good memories are so rare.

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