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Upon Finishing Peter Pan

In the Big Bed

WILL: Why did it call the children heartless?
ANGIE: I think it meant they were able to leave their families, forget about it all, and fly away with Peter.
WILL: *nods* I would.
ANGIE: I can't imagine being able to resist.

On the way into bed

ANGIE: You're not going to fly out the window tonight if Peter comes while I'm sleeping, are you?
WILL: I hope so!
ANGIE: Well, I'll be sure to leave the window open for you just in case. So you can come back.
WILL: It's a deal, Mommy.

WILL: *snuggles up in his bed and goes to sleep*
ANGIE: *sobs quietly into her pillow*

Fin.

Comments

  1. Oh!
    I can't wait until my kid is old enough for something besides Goodnight Gorilla. :)

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  2. Awww! You're such a good mommy!

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  3. Oh man that is heart wrenching and so cute at the same time!

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  4. Anonymous10:36 AM

    That was such a wonderful reaction to Will's "I would" Angie. I do not have children, but I understand the sobs.

    KarenS

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  5. Angie, you're such a good mom. I wouldn't have had the strength to say what you did. I would have surely made him sleep in my bed that night and locked all of the windows. ;)

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  6. *sob* Still, beautiful...I can't wait.

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  7. What a beautiful tale from your life, Angie!

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  8. Aww, what a lucky little boy he is to have you as a mom. This is so sweet.

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  9. *sigh* Once again Daddy is crying before noon on a Monday. So manly. So composed.

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  10. Love this post; inspired me to come out of lurkdom, even. It's bittersweet, isn't it, watching them flex their wings. Mine are at Camp Grandma for a couple of days and while it's nice to have some adult "alone" time and it's good they're both confident enough to be away a couple of days (first time for the four 1/2 year old), it's also sad.
    Thanks for sharing. Gotta start Peter Pan with my seven year old next. I'll be prepared for the sniffles.

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  11. Raspberry, lots to look forward to. :)

    Reenie, lol, well if frequency of tears shed is any indication...

    Liza, my thoughts exactly. *sigh*

    Karen, oh man. It was a heart wrenching evening.

    Christine, hehe. I know the feeling.

    Elizabeth, lol. You know.

    Ladybug, I've been trying to include a few more of those here on the blog.

    CJ, he definitely handled it better than I did. Though he was heartbroken when he realized Wendy forgot how to fly and the Lost Boys grew up.

    Aaron, *grin* I love you.

    zee, hey, thanks for delurking! Nice to know there are others out there. It's incredibly bittersweet and your emotions feel almost always twisted up. But it's such a moving experience. And I know what you mean about the good and the bad of it. I hope you enjoy Peter Pan with your 7-year-old. I definitely should have had a tissue on hand. :)

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  12. Should not read this while I'm coursing with pregnancy hormones. SOB!

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  13. Awww, another beautiful post about your Peter Pan reading. You're such a wonderful mom!

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  14. Janssen, LOL. I'm sorry! I've been there.

    Chachic, the problem now is I have no idea what to follow it up with...

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  15. ((((Angie))))

    You are a wise, wise woman.

    And you'll keep that window open when he does fly away--he'll come back to visit, and he'll never forget he *can*


    Thank you for reminding us of that.

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  16. Goodness, my little Peter is never allowed to get that big. It's gonna happen way too fast.

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  17. azteclady, thanks for the hugs. And the very kind words.

    Michelle, oh dear, I foresee some sobbing in your future... :)

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  18. *sob* I shall remember that response though, just perfect

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