I’ve waited for this day. I hoped it would come, but I didn’t want to push it.
I’m a HUGE Star Wars fan. As a matter of fact, I made a video of myself acting and actually submitted it to Lucasfilm back in the 90s when they were seeking to cast the prequels to the original Star Wars movies. My younger brother operated our old JVC video recorder, interchanging it from tripod to his shoulder to make sure he got my best angles.
Saturday night, Davey wore a new pair of pajamas. They were fleece with Darth Vader on the shirt. As my husband was putting him to bed, he told Davey that we had the movies and if he was nice we could watch them one day. So, on Sunday morning when Davey awoke, he ran downstairs and asked, “Mommy, can I watch Star Wars?”
Now, there have only been two times in my life thus far as a mother in which something my child said brought a tear of joy to my eyes. The first was last year at the age of 2 when he exclaimed that he wanted to play football for the Clemson Tigers and run down the hill. And then there was yesterday, when he asked if he could watch only my all time favorite movies.
I didn’t hesitate. Star Wars is easily one of the best movies for Davey to watch. It’s not that gory. The worst foul language we have is “hell”, and there’s no nudity. It has everything a young boy could want…action, adventure, strange animals and creatures, light sabres and blasters, space ships and Ewoks.
As we sat down to watch Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope (the very first Star Wars for you oblivious wookies out there), I had an old excitement about me. The only problem I encountered was the fact that my son is none too happy about the fact that I provide my own voice-overs for all the parts.
“Governor Tarkin. I should have expected to find you holding Vader’s leash. I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board,” I said in my best Princess Leia impersonation as she was to witness the destruction of her home planet Alderaan.
My husband gave me the same glaring look and exclaimed, “we all know how big of a fan you are. No need to ruin this for your son.”
Humpf! No one appreciates my true acting capabilities.
After we finished with Star Wars: A New Hope, I brought Davey into the office where I pulled down a pile of books for him. I explained to him how I’ve read practically every Star Wars book written. I told him how wonderful I feel the Timothy Zahn trilogy is and how excited I am to one day pass these books onto him and let him read them. He smiled and said, “ok, mama,” before walking off and leaving me with a vision of my son out in his clubhouse in the woods, a pile of Star Wars books alongside him. After he reads them, he’ll take to the woods like his Luke Skywalker himself. Then I thought to how these books could inspire him to want to be a writer, after all they are what interested me into writing.
Until then, I’m just super excited that I can re-watch all of these movies with him and patiently await the production of the next three installments. Perhaps I can get Davey casted as an extra in one of them. A young jedi in training at one of the schools Luke Skywalker is a master? A mother can always dream.
Today we’re going to enjoy my favorite of the movies…The Empire Strikes Back.