Reflections With the Wild and Intriguing Mia H.

It Still Makes Me Cry ~ In Which I Reflect on Wholesome Things

I watched a movie today. It was Coco. I still cry over the end every time.

I watched Coco for the first time a while back. And I cried. A lot. The ending is just….precious.

I’ve watched it several times since then, but I don’t think I’ve watched it at all this year. So, I watched it today. I cried. Again. The entire end of the movie is a thing of beauty. When Miguel is singing with Mama Coco, and then the part a year later when Miguel is showing the ofrenda to his new sister, and Elena comes in a puts Coco’s picture on the ofrenda, I just lose it, every time.

Wholesome things get me. Like, if it’s wholesome, I like it. Period.

There’s a show on Disney Junior called Bluey. It’s precious. I love it. If you haven’t watched it, I recommend it, highly. It’s about a family of dogs, Mum (Chili), Dad (Bandit), Bluey, and Bingo. They’re Australian dogs, and the show is about the games the kids play, and how they spend time with their friends. It’s absolutely adorable. Chili and Bandit are surprisingly good parents, especially considering how troublesome a six-year-old and a four-year-old can be.

The show is the most wholesome thing I’ve ever seen. There’s something like a hundred, seven-minute episodes, split across two seasons. I watched nine episodes today, before I watched Coco. I can’t remember any episodes from season one, but if you want to wet your feet in the wholesomeness, I suggest watching Hammerbarn, Army, and Dance Mode in season two. No, I will not elaborate. Go. Now. And let me know what you think.

I prefer wholesome love to romantic love in stories. Like older and younger siblings. The older sibling wants to protect the younger sibling, but will still do anything to make them happy. That’s the kind of love we need in our stories.

Kids are such great sources for humor and pure, unadulterated love. In the second book of the Millie Keith series by Martha Finley (the updated version by Mission City Press), Millie’s younger brother, Don, is afraid. He freezes up in dangerous and terrifying situations and he doesn’t like that. When a rabid racoon attacks Millie, however, Don uses his slingshot to scare the raccoon away, surprising even himself with his bravery. And, when deadly fevers stalk the town, Don is afraid of “going in the ground”. When he gets the fever, and everyone except Millie are ill, he tells her, “Don’t worry, Millie. I’m not afraid of going in the ground, anymore.”

Why isn’t that character growth in any books or movies? Why don’t people realize how young kids open so many humorous and heart-wrenching doors? I want more little kids in the stories I read. I want more things to make me cry.

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Reflections With the Wild and Intriguing Mia H.

Pain ~ In Which There Are Teeth

Having teeth pulled is not fun.

I know from experience.

I have also learned that it’s possible to get headaches in your nose. Yes, your nose. It feels like someone bopped me in the nose from the inside.

My entire head is so confused now that I’m missing two teeth. My tongue cannot comprehend the empty spaces it rests against, and my nose decided to hurt, and my eyes tried to leave my head, and sleep is all over the place.

And still the tooth fairy hasn’t come.

She’s so annoyingly lazy.

I ought to stop by her house and leave my teeth in the mailbox for her. Save her a few wingbeats. I’m thoughtful like that.

I suppose that’s just the way it goes. The population goes up and suddenly the tooth fairy has way more teeth than she’ll ever need.

I wonder what she does with all of them? Maybe she composts them. Bonemeal is very handy for growing those dark oak trees.

The tooth fairy is smarter than all of us.


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