The Lovely Bones

I watched ‘The Lovely Bones’ last night. If you’re a parent and haven’t watched it, I strongly suggest you do. It might seem an inappropriate statement given the subject matter but it’s a beautiful movie.

It’s disturbing. It’s heart breaking. It’s real.

I stayed up watching over Z for a long while afterwards. I wanted to put her back in my womb; keep her safe from even the idea of evil.

Instead I gave her my finger to hold. When she squeezed it, I realized it was I who needed the contact more. I needed the reassurance of her life. Of her safety.

What I really wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and hold her tight against my heart.

And when she wailed in her sleep as I watched over her, I did just that.

Quotes from the movie that stayed with me:

  • There was one thing my murderer didn’t understand; he didn’t understand how much a father could love his child.
  • My murderer was a man from our neighborhood. I took his photo once; he stepped out of nowhere and ruined the shot. He ruined a lot of things.
  • The days were unchanging and every night I dream the same dream. The smell of damp earth. The scream no one heard. The sound of my heart beating like a hammer against cloth and I would hear them calling.

Source: IMDB (The Lovely Bones page)

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